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Chapter 72 Freya's First

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Trent wasn't particularly interested in this sort of game, idly throwing out a suggestion for Kristian's challenge. Kristian took up the challenge with a shrug, and swiftly, they rolled into another round.

After four rounds, it was conspicuous that Freya hadn't been picked even once. As the fifth round loomed, tension subtly ticked up.

"I got the one marked 'big'," Liam declared, a flicker of mischief sparking in his eyes. He glanced around with feigned nonchalance. "So, who's stuck with the one with 'small'?"

"Not me," Trent quickly disclaimed.

"Nor me," Felipe chimed in smoothly.

"Definitely not me," Zander added, a trace of amusement in his tone.

As the denials circled around, Liam's gaze eventually landed on Kristian and then lingered on Freya.

The game started for real at that moment.

Freya peered at her disc and, with a quiet acceptance, admitted, "It's me."

"Truth or dare?" Liam asked, his voice laced with a practiced ease as if he had already predicted her choice.

Considering the previous rounds hadn't been too harsh, Freya said with unwavering confidence, "Dare."

Truth made her uncomfortable; she much preferred sticking to dares.

“Not going to switch?" Liam prodded, almost hopefully.

"Nope," she replied firmly, locking eyes with him.

Grinning, Liam dished out his pre-planned dare. "Put your phone on speaker and call your first love. Tell him you miss him."

It was a calculated move; no matter if Freya chose truth or dare, the theme of past loves was destined to surface.

Liam was particularly keen to catch Kristian's reaction. Would a shadow of jealousy flicker across his face? The anticipation was palpable.

At the mention of the dare, Freya hesitated.

Trent's gaze fixed on her, his expression a complex tapestry of feelings that defied easy interpretation.

"I'll drink," Freya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. With a resolute hand, she reached for the glass

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perched on the table. One by one, she downed the contents of three glasses.

last one, she set it down with a definitive clink,

other four to a silent consensus-Freya's first love was a hallowed chapter of her past, one that inevitably brought

clenched, the tension

Freya's first love...

could that

alright, Freya?" Liam inquired, caught off-guard by the intensity of

first love would have dimmed, perhaps

on her face spoke volumes,

dizziness clouding her senses,

and Kristian before turning back to shuffle the stack of discs. With a deliberate slowness, he distributed them to each person, his brow furrowed slightly under the weight of his

a quiet personal agenda playing in the back of

effort to hand the disc marked "small" to Freya, hoping to

fate seemed to mock his intentions; the disc marked "big" ended up with Kristian, while the one marked "small"

features twisted into

too well-his resilience, his

unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected a prank. Yet, the authenticity in his surprise washed away her doubts, revealing the

disc, maintained his usual stoic demeanor. “Truth or dare?"

Freya responded without

over Kristian's eyes, darkening them with a mix of curiosity

her past only

an intensity that made the air word them dicten. We counciated each word with precision "Send me the details of your first love-rate. profession, and

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the air, leaving the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was such

gazed at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. Was there something seriously messed up

matter? Scared to let me know?" Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling as

had stolen her heart back then, and why couldn't she let that man go,

out of your mind," Freya scoffed, her frustration driving her to down three more glasses of wine in quick

wasn't known for her drinking

Trent stepped in. "That's enough,

with a slight

time she emptied the three glasses, it hit her-Kristian and the rest

was clinging to the memory of

assumption. If they preferred to bathe in their

about Kristian; it was about her desire to distance herself

Trent suggested, his voice tinged with worry. "Freya's

"Well..."

agreement when Kristian, barely containing his irritation, interjected, "If she's not up

It's not like anyone's forcing

a tipsy glow settling over her, Freya's

"Freya," Trent called out.

handle it," she

rubbed the bridge of his nose, dropping his voice