Firelight Confessions

Maeve tilted her head curiously. “What kind of game?”

Kira’s eyes sparkled. “The only game that matters when you’ve got firelight, cocktails, and unresolved tension in the air.”

Tasha—the quiet one—groaned softly. “Oh no.”

With a dramatic flourish, Kira raised her hand. “Truth or Dare, baby.”

The fire crackled to life just beyond the beachfront, encircled by plush outdoor loung