Dirty game

RACHEL'S POV

We spent ours tucked under the tree's shade, taunting one another with haunting truths and naughty dares, so much that we didn't even notice the hours slip away. The gathering of people we met had begun to dwindle as the sun set, the dull gray tone of the evening sky having chased them all home. 

He swept his gaze around, a thoughtful expression skewed across his face as his head slowly moved from the left to the right. Suddenly, he bit his lower lip, trying to contain his cheeky grin, turning towards me with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he finally got an idea in mind. 

"I dare you to go skinny-dipping!" 

My jaw dropped, and my eyes widened in horror as I stared at him in horror. The faint pull of the alcohol tugged at all corners of my consciousness, but it was expected after having two bottles of rum in one sitting. Devon had insisted our game be ongoing and delivered extra bottles for us. Not that I had any objections to begin with.