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Chapter 72 Freya's First

Love

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.

one, she set it down with a definitive clink, her hand pausing over it, reluctant to

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

the tension unwittingly

Freya's first love...

that

you alright, Freya?" Liam inquired, caught off-guard

past first love would have dimmed,

spoke volumes, she dearly hadn't

touch of dizziness clouding her senses, but her voice remained

at 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

personal agenda playing in the back of

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

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

features

too well-his resilience,

Liam's unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected

stoic demeanor. “Truth

Freya responded without

presed over Kristian's eyes, darkening them with a mix

to share her past only fueled his

word them dicten. We counciated each word with precision "Send me the details of your first love-rate. profession, and won

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

her brow furrowed in confusion. Was there something seriously messed up in his head? Did he not even know the basics

to let me know?" Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling as if he'd committed

curiosity nagged at him-who had stolen her heart back then, and why couldn't she let that man go, even

scoffed, her frustration driving her to down three more glasses of wine in

her drinking prowess,

she tipped back the third glass, Trent stepped in. "That's enough, Freya," he said

conceded with a slight

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

the memory of some irreplaceable first

their assumption. If they preferred to

her

tinged with worry. "Freya's

"Well..."

barely containing his irritation, interjected,

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

tipsy glow settling over her, Freya's tolerance for

"Freya," Trent called out.

she declared, her voice

his nose, dropping his voice to a low murmur

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