Page 77 of Truth Or Dare
Chapter 24
Truth Or Dare
“Do you think they’re fucking?” I whisper, pointing to a random hotel door, flashing him a mischievous smirk.
Chris stares at me like I’ve grown two heads. “What are you talking about?”
Without answering, I shrug and press my ear to the door, trying to catch any sounds from the other side.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, letting out a sound that’s a mix between a sigh and a laugh.
“Shhh.” I flip my hair over my shoulder and press my ear closer. “I can’t hear anything.”
“Are you really…” He groans. “Gabi, get away from the door.”
I pull back, letting out a sigh of my own. “Maybe I should just ask them?”
He pins me with a glare, wrapping his hand around my wrist. “You’re not knocking on some random person’s door to ask if they’re fucking.”
“C’mon, Chris,” I plead. “Let me live vicariously through them.”
He scoffs, shaking his head as he pulls me away. “You’re such an idiot.”
A horny idiot.
Abstaining from sex for the past year hasn’t been completely terrible. In fact, it was surprisingly easy. I had used sex as a crutch for a long time, craving touch, love, and someone to just take care of me, but I eventually realized I’d never find that with anyone else. The only person who had ever made me feel like that was Chris, and he did it without ever crossing the line of our friendship.
But he wasn’t here. He was thousands of miles away with who knows who, and I just wanted… someone.
But sex started to feel meaningless, and nothing ever compared to the feeling of being with Chris. So it became easy to go without it.
Until now.
Every time I look at Chris, my stomach flutters and my core throbs. Add in the fact that I can’t use my vibrator because we’re sharing a bed, and I’m about to burst. If I can’t have an orgasm, then I can at least get drunk.Or drunker.
“Maybe they have some alcohol,” I point out, ready to knock on their door, but Chris pulls me away once again.
“Trust me. You don’t need any more alcohol,” he says, right before he pulls me back into him, scoops up my legs, and throws me over his shoulder.
“What the hell?” I mutter, swinging my head back. “Let me go.”
He laughs, shaking his head as he carries me down the hallway. “You’re a menace. I need to protect everyone from you.”
I stop struggling, pausing at his words. “Including yourself?”
He glances back over his shoulder, meeting my gaze. “No, it’s too late for me.”
I roll my eyes. “How tragic.”
“I know,” he replies with a chuckle. “It’s a real tragedy.”
My brows furrow as I twist to look at him. “Does that mean you regret meeting me?”
Chris stops abruptly, swinging me around so I’m facing him. His hands grip my thighs just below my ass, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. “No,” he says firmly, his eyes locked on mine. “It was the best moment of my life.”
My breath hitches, and I stare at him, my fingers itching to run through his curly hair. “Even when I almost got you arrested?”
He laughs. “Especially then. I have zero regrets.”
