Page 79 of Truth Or Dare
“Your turn,” I say, my voice coming out husky.
His jacket is the first thing to go, dropping to the ground. His eyes remain locked on mine as he unbuttons the first button of his white shirt. He maintains eye contact throughout, but I can’t help glancing down, mesmerized as each button comes undone until his shirt joins the jacket on the ground.
I suck in a breath, taking in the sight of him standing under the soft, dim lights without a shirt, his muscles defined and highlighted.
God, I want to touch him again.
Then he tugs at the button on his pants, and my breath hitches once again. He pulls the zipper down, and with a smooth motion, discards his pants, throwing them onto the ground.
My heart pounds so hard against my chest, I feel like I’m about to pass out.
Holy shit.
I walk slowly toward him, watching as his chest moves with every breath he takes, until I’m right in front of him.
We’re standing in front of each other, in nothing but our underwear, one touch away. One inch, and I can feel his warmth. One inch, and I can press my lips to his.
“Now what?” he asks, his voice strained and husky, unlike anything I’ve heard from him before.
I take a step to his left and lower myself into the water, sliding into the hot bubbles. I quickly turn around, finding Chris staring at me.
“Jump in,” I urge him, leaning against the back of the hot tub.
Chris squats down and slides into the water, his eyes fixed on me. The only sounds are the gentle bubbles and our heavy breaths filling the air.
The water swirls around us as I swim closer to him. “The water feels good.”
He swallows, his gaze fixed on mine. “Yeah.”
I nod, inching even nearer until our faces are just inches apart. I wrap my arms around his neck with a smile, but Chris freezes, his eyes widening a little.
“Gabi. You’re drunk.”
“Hardly,” I reply, a playful smirk crossing my face. “I had one drink.” He gives me a skeptical look, and I relent with a sigh. “Okay, fine. Two. But I’m not drunk, I promise.”
His brows furrow as he searches my eyes. He must find what he’s looking for because his shoulders relax, and he exhales. His hand grazes my stomach so softly, I doubt he realizes he did it, but my skin warms at the touch. We’ve never been this close before, not like this. My stomach flutters, and my clit throbs as I press closer to him, my pulse quickening when he firmly grasps my waist under the water.
“Truth or dare,” I murmur, our faces mere inches apart.
“Gabi,” he sighs.
“You don’t want to play with me?” I tease, my eyes hooded with lust.
He releases a heavy breath, his hand tightening on my waist. “Truth.”
I blow a raspberry, hoping he’d choose dare. He smirks slightly, and I sigh, meeting his gaze. My eyes drift down to his lips, and I ask the first question that comes to mind.
“Who was your first kiss?”
Chris stiffens, a frown appearing on his lips. “What?”
“Your first kiss,” I repeat. “I’ve always wondered who it was.”
He shakes his head, his brows knitting together. “Why?”
I frown, confused by his expression. “I don’t know,” I say, with a shrug. “I just… You never talk to me about any of that stuff, and I tell you everything,” I point out, swallowing nervously. “I guess… I just want to know who it was.”
His jaw ticks, and he glances away from me, stepping back until my arms drop from around his neck, and we’re no longer chest to chest. “I don’t know,” he says, avoiding my eyes.
