Page 71 of Truth Or Dare
He chuckles. “Maul me?”
“I love to cuddle,” I say, smiling up at him. “You know that.”
He nods, pressing the elevator button. “Yeah, I know.” The doors open, and we step inside. “No pillow wall needed,” he says once the doors close, smirking down at me. “You can cuddle me all you want.”
My heart pounds in my chest. “Really?” Hope fills my voice, relieved that nothing has changed between us despite how stupid I was last night.
“Yeah,” he says with a smile that melts my insides. It should be illegal for someone to be this beautiful. “I love your cuddles.”
The elevator door opens with a ding, and I grin as we walk into the hallway. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Chris’s chest shakes as he lets out a laugh. “I love how you always find a silver lining in everything.”
“I’m happy,” I admit with a shrug.He makes me happy. “I know you have to leave in less than three weeks, but I’m really enjoying spending time with you until then.”
I meet his gaze, and he swallows. “Me too, Gabi.”
I rip my gaze away from him, open the door, and stride inside. “I get the left side,” I tell him, flopping down onto the bed, feeling the softness of the king mattress beneath me as I stretch out my arms above my head.
“Why?” Chris asks, following me into the room, an amused look on his face.
I lift onto my elbows, grinning at him. “Because I called dibs.”
He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “What if I wanted the left side?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you?” I’d gladly give it to him.
“No,” he confirms with a smile. “It’s all yours.”
“Great.” I jump out of bed, grabbing my suitcase and unzipping it. Packing it was a bitch, so I won’t be unpacking everything, but I do need to get my dress out for tomorrow. My eyes lock on the long lilac dress, and I run my hands over the silk fabric.
“Is that what you’re wearing tomorrow?” Chris asks from behind me.
“Yeah.” I glance at him briefly. “I asked Rosie to design it for me a few months ago. She’s got more talent in her left thumb than I do in my whole body, but my sister chose the color, of course.”
“It’s beautiful,” he says.
I nod, agreeing. “It’s almost too beautiful for me,” I chuckle.
“Nothing’s too beautiful for you.” His voice is husky, sending a shiver up my spine. I turn to look at him over my shoulder, and our eyes meet.
Thoughts of last night flood into my mind. Seeing his bare chest for the first time, my hand trailing over each muscle as Iexplored his body. I don’t know if it was because he had been drinking that he let me touch him, or if it was because of the dare. But I touched him in a way a best friend shouldn’t.
And I want to do it again.
I want to touch him all over, lean into him, and taste his lips. I want to experience everything I’ve kept buried inside me all these years.
But I can’t.
I inhale sharply and draw back, looking up at him. But his eyes aren’t on mine, and his cheeks are tinged with a deep shade of red.
“What’s wr—” I follow his gaze, confused, until I look down and see my open suitcase, noticing my dark purple vibrator sitting on top. “Oh.”
I clear my throat, turning his attention away from the suitcase as he looks at me, his face red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to look… It was justright there.”
“It’s fine,” I say with a laugh, quickly burying the vibrator beneath my clothes. “I’m not embarrassed about it.”
Chris shakes his head, his face still red. “No. Of course not. You shouldn’t be. It’s… perfectly normal.”
