Truth or Dare by Mira Lyn Kelly

thing worse than waking up with a hangover she hadn’t earned the fun way, and that was waking up with an all-too-clear recollection of what had transpired between her and Three.
    The guy had saved her bacon in no small way.
    He’d carried her up two flights of stairs. Princess style.
    Bought her medicine. Let her use his shower. And found her keys.
    But after he’d gotten her drunk on allergy medicine—that was her story, and pride demanded she stick to it—things started getting a little fuzzy around the point when he’d given her a change of clothes.
    And now that she was thinking about clothes, holy cow, was his T-shirt
soft.
And the
smell—
    An indelicate grunt sounded from the space immediately behind her and a pointy elbow caught her in the spine.
    Ouch.
    The elbow was followed by the thwack of a limp hand across her face and the icy press of size-seven toes at the inside of her knee. Rolling onto her back, she nudged Ava’s sprawl of limbs out of her way, mentally amending her previous thought. So there where
two
things worse, and sharing a bed with her flail-acious friend was the other.
    Ava cracked an eyelid. “God, you’re hideous.”
    Maggie sighed. Her eyes were still uncomfortably swollen, and her lips felt like they’d just had a bead of repurposed fat injected into them—she was probably looking at another few days before her face hit normal.
    “Ava. Why are you in my bed? Again.”
    “You ODed on allergy medicine. I saved your life by sleeping in here with you.”
    Mm-hmm. Right.
“I kicked you out last night. I remember.”
    Fist shot high overhead, Ava stretched. “Yeah, I went next door and jammied up. But by then, the sleepover seed had already taken root. So I came back and crawled in. You know I like overnights.”
    Then Ava’s brows knit together and she gave her pillow a tentative sniff. Looked back at Maggie and inched closer, sniffing again. “I didn’t notice last night, but something smells really good.”
    “Ava,” Maggie squeaked, laughing when the sniffing ended up with Ava’s nose burrowed against her neck. “First with the nonconsensual sleepover and now you’re practically—
umph
—on top of me.
I’m not that kind of girl!
”
    The front door opened and closed with a thunk.
    “Seriously, what
is
that? Pepper…tea?” Ava asked, a concentrated frown on her face.
    “I know, it’s nice, huh? Haven’t you noticed how good Apartment Three smells?” Maggie pulled a corner of the T-shirt up to her nose. Then frowned. “Except, this is no laundry detergent. You don’t think he— He wouldn’t have—”
    A burst of laughter broke free of her chest at the thought of her former nemesis sticking her with a shirt from the top of the hamper, just for old time’s sake.
    “Given you the shirt off his bathroom floor? That would be
awesome.
” Ava’s nose was working down her chest. “Except it smells clean. In fact, it’s not the shirt so much as
you.
”
    The body wash. She hadn’t been able to smell it last night with her nostrils swollen shut, but—
    “Maggie, you sure you weren’t getting your itch scratched upstairs, because Apartment Three is
all over you.
”
    “Ava,” she howled, “you are
so
violating my bubble.”
    “
Pfft.
You’re my BFF. You don’t get a bubble.”
    “Donut delivery,” Sam called down the hall. “If you’re not decent, no objections here—holy shit!”
    Maggie looked past the dark fall of Ava’s hair draped over her to the door, where Sam had grabbed the frame with one hand, a bag of old-fashioned donuts spilling out around him. “Sam! What the heck?”
    So much for her plan to put off washing the floors one more week.
    Ava sat up, basically straddling Maggie’s leg, an amused look on her face. “Behold, the power of girl-on-girl suggestion.”
    —
    Climbing one stair at a time, Maggie told herself to get a grip. The next five to ten minutes didn’t have to be a big deal. Yeah, they had to happen. But the angst over a