From Frost to Flame

Part 34- Held Hands and Unspoken Truths

As the bottle came to a halt, pointing toward Pete, Kinn leaned in with a mischievous smirk. "Pete! What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in front of someone you liked?"

Pete's face instantly turned crimson. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Yes!" Kinn and Porsche chimed in unison, already grinning in anticipation.

Pete let out a dramatic sigh. "Alright, fine. Back in college, I tripped over a curb and spilled an entire cup of coffee all over my date. It was awful. She laughed... but I never heard from her again."

Laughter erupted around the room as Pete buried his face in his hands.

The bottle spun again, landing with Kinn at the bottom and Porsche at the head.

Kinn's grin turned wicked. "Your turn, Porsche. What's one thing you've done that you've never told anyone?"

Porsche's confident smile flickered for a second, but he recovered quickly. "Okay, okay. Once, in high school, I snuck into the principal's office and swapped my detention slip with someone else's."

Pete gasped. "You didn't!"

"Oh, I did." Porsche winked. "I was a troublemaker back then."

With a dramatic spin, Porsche sent the bottle twirling across the floor again. It stopped with Pete at the bottom and Vegas at the head.

Pete hesitated, stealing a glance at Vegas. "Vegas... if you had to pick one person in this room to be stranded on an island with, who would it be?"

Vegas's gaze flicked to Pete, just for a beat, then slid away. "Probably Porsche. He talks enough to keep me entertained."

"Hey!" Porsche pouted. "That's rude!"

Pete chuckled along, but something twisted faintly in his chest.

The bottle spun again, this time landing with Porsche at the bottom and Pete at the head.

Porsche's eyes lit up like a mischievous child spotting candy. "Pete, what's one thing you've done that you regret the most?"

Pete froze. The question struck harder than expected. He glanced around the room, his eyes catching on Vegas for a fleeting second. "I... I think I'll pass."

"Ohhh?" Porsche teased. "You know what that means!"

Pete groaned. "Alright, hit me with the dare."

Porsche pretended to think, then snapped his fingers. "Hold Vegas's hand until your next turn!"

"What?!" Pete's voice cracked as his eyes widened.

"No backing out now," Porsche said smugly.

Vegas, ever composed, extended his hand. "Rules are rules, Pete."

Reluctantly, Pete reached out, their fingers interlocking. Vegas's hand was warm, his grip gentle but sure. Pete tried not to focus on how good it felt.

"This is better than any drama series," Kinn muttered with a smirk.

The bottle spun again and pointed with Kinn at the bottom and Porsche at the head.

Kinn leaned in, playful and bold. "Alright, Porsche. If you could pick one fantasy to act out right now, what would it be?"

Porsche's cheeks flushed, but his grin was pure mischief. "Easy. I'd love to give you a hickey right here."

Kinn arched an eyebrow, amused. "Then prove it."

Before anyone could react, Porsche leaned in and marked Kinn's neck with exaggerated flair.