Page 23 of Naughty Nicky

He holds up his hands then settles back into the couch. I don’t know if I even want to play this stupid game anymore. I don’t care if it was my idea. I guess I should have chosen dare.

I could lie and say I’m ready for bed. I could use some alone time.

“Truth,” he tells me.

I look over at him with a brow raised. “You still want to play?”

“Why not? I still have half a cup of hot chocolate.”

I don’t take any time asking him a question. “Why did you move back to Ouray when I thought you were so determined to get out?” I know I’m digging, but I want to get something personal out of him.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“This is your truth, besides I already told you that I ran out of money traveling.”

“I knew I should have stuck to dare,” he mutters.

“Too late.”

“Well then you need to answer my question too.”

“Only if I say truth.” Which to be honest, I’m done with this game. He kind of pissed me off acting like a parental figure. Actually, just like an older brother because Wesley told me to say the exact same thing to our parents.

“It’s only fair,” he says to me.

I ignore his statement. “So, tell me, Nicky, why did you move back home?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he quietly answers. “My dad.”

“But I thought you hated your dad. That was why you were always at our house as kids.”

He nods. “Yeah, well sometimes you need to do things you don’t want to do.”

I roll my hand in front of me. “Elaborate.”

“I answered your question.”

I guffaw. “That was hardly an answer.”

“It one hundred percent was an answer.”

“I elaborated. You have not. So why did you move back here for your dad when he was the reason you left in the first place?”

He rubs his hands over his face. “Why did I agree to this game?”

“I’m not going to tell anyone. I don’t even know who I would tell. I’m sure Wes knows, so it’s not like you have any reason for me to—”

“Wes doesn’t even know I’m in Ouray.”

“What?” My eyes bug out of my head.

“I haven’t told him.”

“But my parents know you’re here, surely they’ve told him.”

He shakes his head. “I asked them not to.”

“But…how long have you been here?” I ask because from the looks of his house and everything he’s said, it just feels like he’s been here a while.