Sense Part Two (installment #11)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.
Working title- Sense Installment # 11 (continued from Jan.17th)

George spins next. I know it’s going to land on me even before it stops spinning on the wood floor. The way his wrist spins the bottle, the way the bottle touches the floor as it turns and spins and rolls and slowly stops moving, landing on me. He asks-truth or dare. I feel risqué and say dare. He dares me to kiss him. So bold and blatant. A few people “Oooh.” I should be shocked, but I’m not. I tense up and don’t breathe for a second. I play it cool, because that’s the rep I have, the cool girl. I grin and nod, ok. We move towards the middle of the circle. George is underrated. Because of Pete, George is overlooked. He has deep brown eyes, the color of rich soil. His hair, short and spiky always gelled perfectly, pinnacles scattered about his head. His lips, we all talk about his lips, so plump like tomatoes or strawberries or something yummy to eat slowly, in a timely fashion. Erica, Theo, Litsa and I, we all agree, we want to experience kissing him even though he is goofy and totally immature.