JOANNE
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“Let’s play truth or dare.”
Laura’s state hung in the air, making my stomach twist, in both disagreement and anticipation. There was something about her voice, the way the mischief made her timbre low, dangerous, yet alluring.
I shook off that feeling. Because whatever it was, it meant trouble.
“It’s dark,” I murmured, my voice thin. “We can’t even see each other.”
“That only makes it better,” Laura clasped her hands together. “We could use those candles. have.” She turned to Aiden. “It’s would be the perfect ambiance.”
Aiden remained on the sofa, a soft crease forming where his brows met. “It doesn’t make sense,” he said, “it’s just the four of us. Joanne is my sister, I can’t do anything with her. So that basically makes it three of us.”
Raising her brows, Laura's lip
