Page 5 of Truth Or Dare
The music pulses through my chest as I step back inside, making my way toward the front room where our other friends are hanging out.
I sink onto the couch beside Leila, flashing her a smile. “I like you.”
Her lips twitch with amusement. “You’re drunk.”
Huh. Didn’t even realize it, but maybe I am. “Doesn’t change the fact that I like you.” I playfully boop her on the nose. “You know why?”
“Never do that again,” she says, wiping her nose with a playful scowl. “But why?”
I sigh, leaning my head against her shoulder. “Because you still have your own place.”
“That’s it?” she asks with a chuckle. “You have low standards,” she teases.
“Yeah,” I admit with a nod. “Rosie moved in with Grayson. Madi’s moving in with Lucas—”
“Wait. She is?” Leila’s eyes widen with surprise.
“Yep,” I confirm with a sigh. “But I like that you didn’t move in with Aiden.”
“I’d move in with her in a heartbeat,” Aiden chimes in.
“I like having my own place,” Leila tells him, lifting a brow.
“Liar,” he replies with a grin. “You hate it when I have to go back home to get more clothes.”
Leila rolls her eyes. “Only because Tiger whines whenever you’re gone,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him. “That’s the only reason.”
It’s true. Their cat is head over heels for Aiden. I mean, it’s practically obsessed with him. It hates me though, which, same, because it’s a cat, and cats are evil.
Aiden just chuckles, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. “I love it when you lie to me. Tell me you hate me, baby.”
Leila narrows her eyes at Aiden. “I hate you.”
He grins, leaning down to press his lips against hers.
Grayson groans. “You two need help.”
I let out a scoff. It’s not often I agree with Grayson, but he’s right. They do.
Aiden and Leila love to tease each other, and as much as I want to hate their little foreplay love fest going on, it’s nice seeing them so happy.
“You’re just grumpy Rosie’s in New York,” Aiden tells his best friend.
“I’m not,” Grayson lies, downing the rest of his drink.
He is.
Rosalie is an amazing fashion designer, and works with Grayson’s mom in New York sometimes, so whenever she’s gone, he turns into a grumpy asshole. Not too different from how he normally is.
“Fuck,” he groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “This party sucks.”
Aiden chuckles. “It’s okay to admit you miss her, dude.”
Grayson meets Aiden’s gaze and swallows hard, his expression softening. “Fine. I miss her. Happy?”
I swallow. I know how he feels. Except Rosie will be back in a few days, whereas I don’t know when the next time I’ll see Chris is.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out, seeing his name light up the screen. A familiar ache grips my stomach, reminding me of the distance between us.
