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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.

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

to a silent consensus-Freya's first love was a hallowed chapter of

the tension unwittingly creeping

Freya's first love...

that

Freya?" Liam inquired, caught off-guard by

that, given her marriage to Kristian, any fiery remnants of a past first love would have dimmed, perhaps to a point where

on her face spoke volumes, she

replied, a touch of dizziness clouding her senses, but her voice remained steady, her

With a deliberate slowness, he distributed them to each

was a quiet personal agenda playing in the back of

hand the disc marked "small" to Freya,

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

mask his surprise, his features twisted into a look of

knew Kristian too well-his

hand and then Liam's unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected a prank.

disc, maintained his usual stoic demeanor. “Truth or dare?" he asked, his voice as

responded

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

to share her past only fueled his desire

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in the air, leaving the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was such a personal query even permissible in

her brow furrowed in confusion. Was there something seriously messed

let me know?" Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling

him-who had stolen her heart back then,

driving her to down three more glasses

wasn't known for her

the third glass, Trent

with a slight

three glasses, it hit her-Kristian and the

was clinging to the memory of some

preferred

about her desire to distance

his voice tinged with worry. "Freya's clearly had too much,

"Well..."

on the verge of agreement when Kristian, barely containing his irritation, interjected, "If she's not up for handling her drinks, she could

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

over her, Freya's tolerance for

"Freya," Trent called out.

she declared, her

rubbed the bridge of his nose, dropping his voice to a low