“I dare you,” Chloe had whispered loudly enough for the entire picnic blanket to hear, “to wear the Neon Nemesis.”
“Scared?” Chloe teased, her eyes glinting. bikini dare
He held out his hand. After a stunned beat, Chloe, delighted by the chaos, dropped the wad of slick, lime-green fabric into his palm. It weighed almost nothing. He stood up, his legs trembling slightly, and walked toward the rickety changing shed behind the big pine tree. “I dare you,” Chloe had whispered loudly enough
It was then that Leo, who usually faded into the background of these moments, heard himself speak. “I’ll do it.” “I dare you
