Chapter 11 Truth, Dare, or Disaster

Sienna.

My cheeks grew warm. One part of me prayed he wouldn’t kiss me, not with the way he was staring so intensely into my eyes. But another part—a deeply traitorous part—wanted to feel his lips. Just one more time. It wouldn’t hurt. Right?

“What’s on your mind?” Roman questioned, drawing me out...

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