The circle buzzed with energy as the group’s laughter filled the cozy living room. It was one of those rare nights when everyone had the time to gather, letting loose over snacks, drinks, and a game of Truth or Dare. The game had already gotten wild, with dares ranging from silly dances to outrageous confessions, but your heart started racing the moment Chris was dared to take his turn.

"Truth or Dare, Chris?" someone asked, a mischievous glint in their eye.

"Dare," Chris replied without hesitation, his tone confident—but his gaze flickered toward you for just a second too long, enough to make your cheeks flush.

A friend smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "I dare you to kiss them," they said, nodding toward you with a knowing grin.

The room fell silent for a beat, the air thick with anticipation. You froze, feeling every set of eyes shift toward you. Chris shifted awkwardly, his lips parting as though he were going to argue, but then he met your gaze.

It was as if the rest of the world melted away. All the teasing glances, the subtle brushes of your hands, and the countless moments you’d caught him looking at you came rushing back in a flood of warmth.

"You don’t have to," you mumbled softly, though a part of you hoped he wouldn’t back out.

Chris shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "A dare’s a dare, right?" he murmured, his voice lower than usual. He leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours for permission.