"It's a game our classmates invented, actually a combination of passing the flower and truth or dare.
However, we modified the rules of passing the flower.
The first time the flower lands in someone's hand, they become the timekeeper for the next round.
When they call stop, the chosen person holding the flower has to hug them.
If the chosen person opts not to hug, they have to answer a question from the chooser.
And it has to be the truth.
At our school, many young couples got together thanks to that hug of love."
"Is that so." Oliver raised an eyebrow: "Then if the flower lands in my hand, I'll pass it to you.
Would you choose to hug me or..."
"Let's talk when you actually get the flower."
When Faye Townsend spoke, her words were laced with the smell of alcohol.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her big eyes gazed at him, making his heart flutter.
Oliver smiled indulgently at her.
