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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.

set it down with a definitive clink, her hand pausing over it,

a silent consensus-Freya's first love was a hallowed chapter of her past,

the tension unwittingly creeping

Freya's first love...

could that have

inquired, caught off-guard by

any fiery remnants of a past first love would have dimmed, perhaps

on her face spoke

replied, a touch of dizziness clouding her senses, but her voice remained steady, her posture composed, "Let's

Trent 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

personal agenda playing in the

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

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

features twisted into a

knew Kristian too

Treys observed the disc in her hand and then Liam's unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected a prank. Yet, the

demeanor. “Truth or dare?" he

responded without

darkening them with a mix of curiosity

share her past only fueled his desire

made the air word

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the group in

in confusion. Was there something seriously messed up in his head? Did he not even

Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling as if he'd committed some

heart back then, and why couldn't she let that man go, even

of your mind," Freya scoffed, her frustration driving her to

wasn't known for her drinking prowess, having barely touched

glass, Trent stepped in.

with

three glasses, it hit her-Kristian

to the memory of

chose not to correct their assumption. If they preferred

was about her desire to distance herself from certain

this up," Trent suggested, his voice tinged with worry. "Freya's clearly had too much,

"Well..."

barely containing his irritation, interjected, "If she's not

or truth. It's not like anyone's forcing

tipsy glow settling over her, Freya's tolerance for provocation

"Freya," Trent called out.

handle it," she declared, her

dropping