Page 114 of Redeeming Heart

He didn’t look happy and I should probably not be surprised.

“How did it go?” I asked softly, scooting over to create space for him to move closer.

He shook his head. “It’s a nightmare.”

I turned my gaze away from Brandon when the room fell silent only to find everyone’s eyes on me.

That’s when I noticed the bottle stopped spinning and was pointing directly at me.

I lifted my unwavering gaze and stared at Ashley without saying a word.

Her lips curled up into a sly grin as she gestured towards the bottle.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

I didn’t feel the need to tell her anything sacred about me as I figured it won’t be anything nice. I would rather jump into the pool naked or do something weird than share any piece of my life with her and I never turn down a good dare.

“Dare,” I replied looking her dead in the eyes.

Her smile didn’t scare me. Nor did the look in her eyes.

“I dare you to kiss Brandon.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

By now everyone’s eyes were focused on us, waiting for any kind of reaction.

I didn’t know if I should take it as a joke and laugh it off or believe she was daring me to kiss Brandon. I honestly had no idea what to do and I was too afraid to look at Brandon, but I did anyway.

He didn’t look more thrilled than I was. His jaw was clenched and his lip pulled back into a snarl.

“What are you doing, Ashley?” He grumbled at her.

She looked unaffected by his death glare.

“You two are constantly telling everyone you are just friends. So, prove it.”

I met her sharp razor eyes and saw the smug smile unfolding on her lips.

Maybe those kissing videos would come in pretty handy right now.

“So, what’s it going to be, rebel girl?” Her eyes were burning with triumph making the challenging side of me, climb out of its shell.

“Fine,” I said dryly—pushing myself onto my knees and turning so I was facing Brandon.

He seemed baffled by my sudden courage.

“Sash, you don’t have to do this.” He softly encouraged me.

If I didn’t. she would forever have control over me and I was nobody’s puppet.

I rested my hands on his shoulders—feeling the crisp outlines of his muscles underneath the shirt he was wearing.

My body started losing its function at the feel of his hand on my hip. Gentle, but vibrant tingles scattered across my skin from where he touched me.

It almost felt as if he was caressing my soul.

I cautiously leaned forward, our lips a few inches apart.

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