Mila!

Luckily for her, or perhaps unluckily, the bottle rattled to a standstill pointing at Mila.

Mila gave a girlish giggle, saying something quickly in Dutch which earned slightly too loud a laugh from Jasper. Then, as if remembering herself, she switched back to English. “How about….” she trailed off, looking between the trio with a grin on her face, “Whoever the bottle lands on has to kiss…...Jasper!”

Both Luuk and Jasper laughed and Mira leaned forward, setting the bottle in motion. As Jessica watched it spin she picked apart the girls thinking and saw that, from her perspective, such a dare was win-win. After all, if it landed on Luuk it would be amusing and if it landed on Jessica then it might serve to push her away from Luuk.

All four of them watched as the bottle rattled around, each revolution making Jessica more aware of the strange tension that was in the air. Hanging between the four of them, an unspoken mix of desires and needs that all seemed to be at crossed purposes to each other. In a way it was almost unbearable, her own desire for Luuk and his for her, the need of Mila to win Luuk back from this foreign temptress, and the lust Jasper felt for the body of Mila. All swirling into a miasma that was at once suffocating and exciting.

However, before things could reach a fever pitch the bottle finally spun down. The cheap green glass coming to rest on…