"I better be! I mentioned I'm wicked jealous and possessive, right?" she teased him with a grin, sobering when it was her turn.

Buffy bit her bottom lip, dragging it through her teeth. She took another swig of tequila, stalling for time and trying to make a decision. She was feeling truthful and if she couldn't sort of tell the truth about whatever he asked, she'd just claim the question was too hard and pick the dare.

"Truth."