From Frost to Flame

Part 33:Truth, Dare, and Everything in Between

Hey everyone,

I know this update is a little late, and I really appreciate your patience. Things have been a bit hectic on my end, but I never forgot about you! 💖 I hope this chapter makes up for the wait—can't wait to hear what you think!

Thank you for always sticking with me. You guys mean so much! 🥰✨

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The bottle spun, glinting under the warm lights of the lavish mansion. It twirled on the polished floor, reflecting the expectant gazes of those gathered in the luxurious living room. Pete shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tightening around the edge of his jeans as the bottle slowed. His stomach did a tiny flip when it finally stopped, pointing directly at Kinn.

"Oh, here we go!" Porsche practically bounced in his seat, his grin wide with mischief. "Kinn, my darling boyfriend, let's hear it—who was your first high school romance?"

Kinn smirked, leaning back against the plush sofa, his arm lazily draped around Porsche's shoulders. His dark eyes flickered with amusement as he considered his answer. "Do you really want to know, Porsche? You might get jealous."

Porsche scoffed, poking Kinn's chest with a pointed finger. "Jealous? Me? Spill it."

"Fine," Kinn said, chuckling. "Her name was Lisa. She was in my chemistry class. We dated for about three months before she moved away."

Porsche gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "You mean to tell me you had a nerdy romance? Were there secret lab kisses too?"

"Maybe," Kinn teased, winking playfully.

Pete couldn't help but laugh, while Vegas, sitting on the opposite couch, rolled his eyes, muttering, "This is ridiculous."

"Alright, alright!" Porsche clapped his hands, his excitement still buzzing in the air. He reached forward and gave the bottle a sharp flick. It whirled once more, this time slowing before coming to a stop—pointing straight at Vegas.

Porsche's smile turned devilish. "Well, well, well. Vegas, who was your first crush?"

Vegas's jaw tensed slightly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, Pete thought he wouldn't answer, but then Vegas merely shrugged, his voice calm and detached. "A girl from my neighborhood. She had a dog I liked. That's all."

Porsche snorted. "Sounds like the dog was the real crush!"

Kinn chuckled, shaking his head. "Careful, Porsche, or the next question might be about you."

The bottle spun again, and this time, it landed on Pete. His stomach clenched as all eyes turned to him. Kinn was the one to smirk now, his gaze sharp with amusement. "Alright, Pete, your turn. Who was your first kiss?"

Pete felt his face heat up. "Uh... it was in college. A girl I dated for a bit."

Porsche leaned forward, grinning like a cat with a cornered mouse. "Details, Pete!"

Pete rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding everyone's eyes. "It wasn't anything special. Just a quick kiss after a movie date."

Porsche groaned dramatically. "How boring!"

Kinn spun the bottle again, and this time, it stopped at Vegas once more. The mood shifted ever so slightly.

"Vegas," Kinn said smoothly, "when was your first kiss?"

Vegas's lips curved into a faint smirk, but his eyes darkened, something shadowed lurking beneath. "I was fifteen. It was during a party. Nothing memorable."

The room fell into an uneasy silence, as if everyone could feel the weight of what wasn't being said. Pete swallowed, sensing something deeper behind the casual response. But Porsche, ever the mood-lifter, clapped his hands loudly and pressed forward.

The bottle spun once more, but this time, it was Vegas who took control. His fingers flicked the glass smoothly, sending it whirling in the center of the circle. The tension in the air thickened as the bottle slowed and finally stopped—pointing straight at Kinn.

Vegas smirked, tilting his head slightly. Kinn, mirroring his brother's expression, leaned back against the couch, arms draped casually over Porsche's shoulders. He knew that look well. Vegas wasn't going to go easy on him.

"Are you ready, Kinn?" Vegas asked, his voice smooth, almost taunting.

Kinn arched an eyebrow. "Always."

A wicked glint flickered in Vegas's eyes. "Who was your first kiss?"

For a split second, Kinn stared at Vegas, an amused yet knowing smile playing at his lips. Porsche, on the other hand, was all ears, leaning in with anticipation. He wasn't about to miss a single word.

Kinn chuckled. "It was in college."

Vegas snorted, shaking his head. "Oh, I know this one—Lisa, right? That girl from your chemistry class?"

Porsche's eyes darted between the two brothers. He had heard about Lisa before. But something in the way Vegas smirked made him pause.

"She wasn't, was she?" Porsche asked, narrowing his eyes at Kinn.

Kinn exhaled a laugh, tightening his hold on Porsche's waist. "No," he admitted. "It was a girl from school. We were fifteen. It was just a kiss."

Porsche gasped dramatically, smacking Kinn's arm. "You are something else, Kinn."

Vegas chuckled, clearly entertained, while Kinn just shook his head, the playful banter between them easy and familiar.

Now, it was Porsche's turn to spin the bottle. He grabbed it confidently and flicked his wrist, sending it spinning with a graceful twirl. But as fate would have it, the bottle slowed... and stopped right at him.

Porsche's jaw dropped. "Seriously?" he muttered.

Kinn's grin was downright mischievous. "Well, well, my love. Looks like I get to ask you a question." He leaned closer, voice dripping with amusement. "Are you ready?"

Porsche straightened up, squaring his shoulders. "Hit me."

Kinn's smirk deepened. "What is your wildest fantasy?"

Porsche's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Fine. My wildest fantasy is... you and me on a yacht, under the stars, with champagne and absolutely no interruptions."

Kinn hummed in approval. "I can make that happen."

Porsche wiggled his eyebrows. "I know."

"Your turn," Porsche challenged, nudging Kinn's side.

Kinn spun the bottle again, sending it whirling across the floor.

As the room watched, it slowed... then landed on Pete...