Page 44 of Truth Or Dare
She nods slightly, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinks. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she lets out a deep breath. “You were…”
“Yeah.” A muscle in my jaw ticks as we look at each other, and my heart beats faster.
A smirk tugs at her lips as she tilts her head. “You do that a lot?”
Fuck. Gabi thinking about me jacking off isn’t helping the situation. “Can we not?” I ask with a groan, needing to adjust my cock that’s hardening each second her eyes are on me.
Her smile widens a little and she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “What were you thinking about?” she asks, her eyebrows wagging at me.
Jesus.“Gabi,” I warn her.
“What?” She blinks, innocently. “I can’t ask?”
You. I want to tell her.I was thinking about you. I doubt she’d take it well, though.
“Did you…” Her eyes drift down to my cock, and in response it twitches in my pants.
“No,” I reply, already knowing what she’s asking. It’s hard to come when my best friend of ten years walks in on me jerking off over her and freaks out. I quickly turn around so she can’t see the outline pressed against my pants, and start soaping up the dishes, hoping to distract myself from the awkward tension between us.
“Oh,” I hear her voice behind me. I almost groan as a zing of pleasure curls up my spine.Christ. I’m not even looking at her, and she still affects me.
“Just drop it,” I plead, thoughIwon’t stop thinking about this for a while.
“Dropped,” she says, and I look over my shoulder at her. “Already forgotten,” she repeats, holding her hands up.
I narrow my eyes at her, a smile playing at the corners of my lips at the expression on her face. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
She groans, burying her head in her hands. “It’s impossible not to. You werenaked.”
“I know,” I reply with a chuckle, drying off my hands before I turn to face her.
“It’s just…” She lifts her head from her hands, peering up at me. “We’ve never seen each other like that before.”
I blink, thinking back to yesterday. How I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits pressed against the tank top, and the metal bars on them. “Yeah,” I reply, my throat feeling dry. “It would be weird for us to.” I lift my eyes to hers.
“Weird.” She nods. “Right.”
My eyes drop to the pile of clothes beside her. “You can go shower now,” I tell her. “It’s free now.”
“Right,” she says, blinking down at her clothes before she grabs them. “I’ll just be—”
“Yep.”
“And I’ll lock the door.”
I drop my brows. “I won’t walk in, Gabi.”
“Right. Of course not.” She laughs, turns around, and walks toward the bathroom.
My head drops in a sigh, and my eyes catch on a piece of fabric lying on the back of the couch. My eyes narrow as I pick it up.
A lacy, white thong.
Fuck me.
“I just—”
I turn around, seeing Gabi standing outside the bathroom, eyes locked on the lacy fabric wrapped around my finger. “Forgot this?” I ask her, swallowing hard at the image of her wearing this.
