Spending seven minutes in a closet with a stranger has to be the stupidest dare I've ever agreed to until it becomes seven minutes in heaven.
'Back to Highschool' frat parties aren't my scene. But when the games start, and I'm dared to join in, I can't resist.
You see, dares have always provided an excuse to be a crazy and exciting version of me. The kind of girl who steps into a closet wearing a little black dress and a blindfold, with...