Page 83 of Doughn't Let Me Go

He eyes me curiously but doesn’t say anything.

“Ready?” I ask.

He lifts his glass, and we down our shots together, me sucking on a lime afterward.

“Oh my god,” I groan. “Seriously, this stuff isawful. How the hell do you drink it so often?”

Laughing, he takes the glass from my hand. “I don’t drink it for pleasure. Another?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. Let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah. Like we did that first night.”

“That game led to something dangerous, and now we’re adding alcohol. Don’t you think we’re playing with fire?”

“No.” I purse my lips. “You’re done drinking, but I’m not. I trust you. You’re not going to take advantage of me in that state.”

His stupid gray eyes do that flaring thing again, and suddenly I’m standing right up next to him.

“What are you doing?” he says quietly.

“Looking for your contacts.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your contacts. There’s no way your eyes are really that color.”

“You’re one to talk,” he accuses, referring to my different-colored eyes. “I still want to see, you know.”

“That’s something reserved for special people.”

“Am I not special to you?”

I smirk at him. “You’re something.”

“Something like…?” he presses.

“Annoying. Assertive. A dick. A bit pompous.”

“You think I’m arrogant?”

“Yeah, but in a hot way.”

He barks out a laugh. “Duly noted. What game do you wanna play?”

“It’s not really a game because we won’t be playing for a prize.” I slide my eyes toward him. “I remember where that led us last time.”

“Yeah? Then are yousureyou don’t want to play for a prize?”

There’s a hum between my legs, but I chalk it up to the tequila. “I’m sure.”

He doesn’t believe me, and neither do I.

“Then what are we playing?”

“Truth or Lie with a twist.”

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