Tease Me, Love.

truth or dare

Alice, Migs, Donya, Cassandra, and Risa were gathered in Migs’ cozy living room, the soft glow of fairy lights making the space feel intimate.

A mellow playlist hummed in the background as they dove into a game of Truth or Dare.

Migs spun the bottle, his eyes lighting up when it landed on Alice. “Truth or dare?” he challenged, a sly grin forming.

Alice leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms with her trademark confidence. “Truth.”

“Okay,” Migs said, rubbing his hands together with mock evil intent. “Do you have feelings for someone in this room?”

The group erupted into teasing laughter. Alice’s smirk faltered briefly, her eyes darting to Risa, who sat across the room, suddenly fascinated by the drink in her hand.

Alice shrugged, playing it off cool. “Maybe,” she answered, her tone nonchalant.

“Maybe lang?” Donya teased, leaning closer to Alice. “Parang ang safe naman niyan. Come on, spill.”

Alice chuckled, brushing off the pressure as she grabbed the bottle to spin it again. “Next spin,” she said quickly, desperate to move on.

But Risa, quiet until now, glanced at Alice with a small, curious smile, the kind that lingered even after the laughter died down.

———

The night dragged on, and the group began to thin out. Donya and Cassandra left first, teasing Alice one last time as they headed out the door. Migs retired to his room not long after, leaving Alice and Risa alone in the living room.

The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken tension. Alice sat on the edge of the couch, nursing the last of her beer, while Risa absently toyed with her bracelet.

“So,” Risa finally broke the silence, her voice soft but steady. “That question earlier... was it true?”

Alice looked up, her lips curling into a smirk. “Depends. Do you want it to be true?”

Risa rolled her eyes, but her cheeks betrayed her with a faint blush. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, standing up to clear the glasses from the table.

Alice followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as Risa busied herself at the sink. “You didn’t deny it, though,” Alice said, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

“Deny what?” Risa shot back, not turning around.

“That maybe you were hoping my answer was about you.”

Risa froze for a second before turning, her expression unreadable. “What if I was?”

Alice stepped closer, the playful smirk replaced with something deeper, more serious. “Then maybe you deserve the truth.”

Before Risa could respond, Alice leaned in, her lips capturing Risa’s in a kiss that felt both daring and inevitable.

Risa gasped but didn’t pull away; instead, her hands found Alice’s shirt, tugging her closer.

Alice’s hands gripped the counter on either side of Risa, trapping her in place as the kiss deepened. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Alice murmured against Risa’s lips.