“Dare accomplished.” She clapped her hands loudly enough to make herself snap out of her lust-filled thoughts. “Impressive for a first try. Let me know if you need a part-time job.”

“Don’t try to distract me with your pretty words.” Seth jerked his chin at her. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” After the last round, dare seemed to be the safer choice. She’d had her reservations about her rash decision to invite Seth to the brewery, but it was turning out to be a good one, despite her brief lapses into hornyville. She didn’t want to risk making things awkward again.

“Okay. Give me a sec.” Seth thought for a moment with his mouth scrunched to the side. She reveled in all his different expressions—all much too attractive—and this one was just adorkable. Then he snapped his fingers, and said, “Mirror me.”

“Let’s go.”

The first one was easy. With his arms outstretched, he touched the tip of his nose with one hand then the other, like the sobriety test. She had to concentrate a bit to land her fingertip on her nose. She must be getting tipsy. All the more reason she had to succeed in this dare. Chugging one more glass might tip her right over to drunk.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she said.

Crap. Why did she goad him? It seemed trash talking was second nature to her. Last year at a beer competition, she yelled out to a competitor that their beer looked a bit flat and offered to lend them some of her carbonation. They were worthy opponents and good friends, so she didn’t get beaten up or anything, but she really needed to mouth off a little less.

“Oh, no. I have loads of fun up my sleeves.” Keeping his arms outstretched, Seth slowly drew his knee up and assumed the Karate Kid pose.

Tara snorted and mirrored his move. “You’re such a dork.”

“That I am.” With a roguish tilt of his lips, he put his foot and arms down and stood tall. Then he proceeded to do the weirdest, most fascinating thing. With his tongue.

His red, wet tongue slid up his upper lip as though he was about to lick it, but his tongue kept moving upward. Up and up until his tongue hit the tip of his nose.

Holy Mother Teresa. How was he doing that?

She stuck her tongue out. Maybe it wasn’t that hard. She’d just never tried it. Tara valiantly contorted her face and craned her neck, trying to copy the maneuver. It wasn’t easy. It was impossible. Her tongue just wasn’t long enough. Wait a minute. That meant Seth’s tongue was long, and … full of potential.

When she started drooling—from keeping her mouth open too long or from daydreaming about Seth’s potential, she didn’t know—she knew she’d lost the dare. She closed her mouth and dragged her sleeve across her slobbering mouth.

As soon as Tara gave up, Seth ceased his weirdly erotic tongue magic, and burst into laughter. “Oh, my God. You should’ve seen the faces you were making. Dammit. I should’ve recorded it.”