Ariana’s POV
By the time I got back to the bonfire, my towel was damp, my cheeks were hotter than the flames, and Roman’s taste was still on my tongue.
Lana looked up the moment I sat beside her, eyebrows raised like spill, b***h.
I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
Not when Maddi was standing in the circle, all smug in her glittery bikini, sipping from a red Solo cup like she’d just been crowned queen of petty bitches.
“Okay,” Maddi purred, swaying like she’d rehearsed it. “My turn to pick.”
Oh no.
Her eyes scanned the group.
And locked on Lana.
“Truth or dare, sunshine?”
Lana smirked. “Truth. Duh.”
Maddi’s smile widened like a knife. “Have you ever kissed Roman Sinclair?”
The fire crackled.
Lana blinked. “What?”
“You heard me,” Maddi said sweetly. “Ever kissed him? Before. After. During?”
