letting her choose, kiss or strip. After hesitating, she shyly pointed to the guy beside her. He laughed, pulled her in, and planted a deep kiss, ignoring her protests. Summer watched, heart racing. Glancing away, she caught Trevor’s loaded stare and turned aside, annoyed. I don’t want to strip, and there’s no one here I’d kiss. Maybe I should slip out.But what about Yvette? Then a voice rang out. "This time, Summer lost." Her face stiffened. The winner, aware of her history with Trevor, avoided the strip option. "Summer, pick someone to kiss." Yvette, sobering up, looked worried. She’d meant to punish the jerks, not get Summer caught. She saw Trevor’s smug grin. Is this a setup for her to go back to him? "I’ll take it for her," Yvette offered and thought to herself, Men are all the same anyway, kissing with eyes closed is just like acting. Meanwhile, Peyton clenched her hands nervously when she heard that Summer’s punishment was to find someone to kiss. Her goal tonight was to prevent any interaction between Trevor and Summer. She hadn’t expected Summer to be so cunning, deliberately losing the game to use this chance to get close to Trevor. Peyton, nervous about Summer kissing Trevor, suggested, "Since Yvette’s volunteering, maybe switch the punishment." Bobby laughed, pushed the ladies beside him and said, "Fine, I’ll let you kiss me." Yvette shot him a disgusted look and thought to herself, I'd kiss anyone but you. Trevor’s low voice cut in, sarcastic and dark. "Is this how casually you play?" Everyone in the room silenced, "…" Caleb smirked, Trevor’s desperation is showing. The host pressed, "Rules say Ms. Stewart picks someone to kiss." Summer glared at Trevor’s smug face. You think I’ll pick you? No way. She smiled. "Fine, I’ll do it." Yvette, who was sitting beside Summer, was worried. She shook her head frantically and wanted to send a message to Summer, No Summer, let's just surrender and leave. But Summer turned, cupped her face, and kissed her lips. Yvette’s eyes widened. Summer pulled back, grinning. "That works, right?" The room froze. "That’s cheating!" Yvette stood, hands on hips. "You said ‘someone.’ Am I not someone? Punishment’s done. Next time a guy loses, feel free to kiss another guy!" The men cringed. Trevor downed a glass of liquor, his face dark. Peyton relaxed, as long as Summer didn’t kiss Trevor, she didn’t care. "Let’s keep going," Yvette said, fired up. She smirked at her cards. "Peyton, your turn to lose." Peyton paled, pleading with innocent eyes and asked, "Can I pick someone to kiss?" Yvette laughed. "Dream on! That’s a reward, not a punishment. Now strip!"