Page 28 of Truth Or Dare
When Nate invited me to the bonfire tonight, it was a no-brainer to invite Chris, so the thought of him almost staying home makes my heart sink. My lips pull into a frown. “Why?”
He shrugs, and my eyes drift to his throat, watching it bob as he swallows. “This kind of thing isn’t really my scene,” he says. “Besides, the only person I talk to is you.”
“You know that’s not true,” I say, arching an eyebrow. “You know other people here besides me.”
He sighs, a smirk playing on his lips. “Fine. Let me amend that. The only person Iwantto talk to is you.”
My cheeks heat up, feeling a warmth spread through me that has nothing to do with the bonfire, and I let out a laugh, nudging his shoulder with mine. I take his hand and place it on my lap, tracing my fingers across his palm.
Me too.
I shoot him a grin when I’m done, and he presses his lips together, pulling his hand back. “Don’t think that’s true.”
“No?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
His expression falters for a moment before he smirks, shaking his head. “I think you forgot someone,” he says, glancing behind me.
I turn around and see my boyfriend walking toward us. “Oh,” I mutter. “Right.”
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Nate says, dropping down on the sand beside me. “You want a drink, babe?”
The wind blows my hair across my lips, and I brush it away, glancing up at him. I hate when he calls me ‘babe.’ I don’t know why. I should like it. He’s my boyfriend, after all. “Sure. Thanks,” I reply, forcing a smile.
I reach out, grabbing the beer can, and crack it open. I have no time to take a sip before his lips land on my neck. I make a noise, trying to move away, but his hand wraps around my waist, keeping me in place as he kisses my neck and jaw. “You look so hot today,” he murmurs.
I let out an awkward laugh, painfully aware of Chris sitting right beside me. I attempt to break it off, pulling away from Nate. “You say that every day,” I say, trying to keep the discomfort out of my voice.
“Well, you do.” I freeze as Nate leans in again, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on my neck. His hand begins to wander towards my inner thigh, and I shift uncomfortably.
“I need a drink,” Chris announces, rising from the sand and making his way towards the cooler deeper into the beach. He settles into a beach chair and cracks open a can.
I spot a girl walking towards Chris, her blonde hair catching my eye.Taylor. She gestures something to him, and he nods before she takes a seat beside him. I squint, observing their interaction. Chris runs a hand through his hair as they talk, and she laughs, reaching out to touch his arm, and I force my eyes away.
“I’m cold.”
Nate moans, his lips trailing to my jaw. “What?” he murmurs, clearly distracted.
“I’m cold,” I repeat, my skin shivering.
He groans, annoyed. “Who the fuck cares?” he says. “You smell good,” he grunts against my skin, grabbing a handful of my thigh as he resumes kissing my neck.
My skin prickles with discomfort, and I pull back, swatting his hand away from my thigh. “Can you stop?” I snap, furrowing my brows in frustration. “We’re in public.”
“So?” Nate scoffs. “Half the people here are making out.”
He moves in again, but I pull away again. “Well, I’m not in the mood.”
Nate lies back on the sand, letting out a groan as he buries his head in his hands. “You’re never in the fucking mood,” he mutters bitterly.
It’s obvious he’s pissed that I haven’t put out since we slept together over a month ago. But honestly, the idea of going there with him again makes me tense up.
My first time wasn’t the best, and I hoped it would be different with someone else. When Nate and I started dating a few months back, I held off on sleeping with him, even though he made it clear he didn’t want to wait. I just didn’t want to rush things or end up regretting it, again. But when I finally caved and gavehim what he wanted, it was...bad. I don’t know if it’s me or him, but ever since then, I’ve been finding excuses to avoid sleeping with him again.
My eyebrows shoot up, taken aback, and he shakes his head. “Come on, Gabi. You can’t expect me to wait forever. What’s the point in having a girlfriend?”
Dick. “And what’s the point in having a boyfriend when you don’t even care about me other than getting in my pants?” I fire back, feeling my blood boil. “I said I was cold, and you said ‘who the fuck cares.’ You didn’t even offer me your jacket.”
“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic,” he grunts, rolling his eyes in frustration. “What good would it do if I gave you my jacket?” he snaps back. “Then we’d both be cold.” His eyes dart behind me, and he gestures with a nod of his head. “There’s a jacket right there. Put that one on.”
