Lennon:
The flickering of candles danced across the bedroom. Cass, Knox, and I were playing Monopoly at the coffee table. Lightning and thunder were waging war in the night sky, and with the generators out, the shadows danced across the castle walls like the wisps from the forest.
“I know a game we could play.” Knox’s hooded gaze had heat dancing in my stomach.
“I’m up for whatever. I just don’t want to go to sleep yet.” I have always hated storms like this. I pretended as a child the angels in heaven were bowling when the thunder would crack across the sky. But as I grew, those precious fantasies seemed to shrink.
“Strip poker.” Cass’s husky voice seemed to echo through the room, snapping me out of my haze. My mouth was so dry from his suggestion that I could barely swallow. Yet, fo
