Page 48 of Truth Or Dare
The memories of seeing her with other guys in high school still haunt me. I don’t think I could handle witnessing it again.
So, I just waited. Hoping and praying she would be back home soon… alone. What I didn’t expect was for her to bethisdrunk, though.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, rising from the couch to approach her.
“I live here,” she says, frowning at me.
“I mean, why are you on the floor?” I clarify, leaning down to look at her. “It’s three in the morning.”
“Oh. I lost track of time,” she says, chuckling as she tilts her head back against the door. “I just came back from the party,” she explains, her words slurred.
“I know.” Against my better judgment, I brush her hair behind her ear, meeting her gaze as I do. God, she’s so fuckingpretty. Even in this state, drunk and stumbling to the ground, she’s the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen. “I stayed up, waiting for you.”
She blinks, her lips curving up into the cutest smile. “You did?”
“Of course.” It feels like all I ever do is wait for her. “You obviously need my help,” I say, smiling down at her. “How much did you drink tonight?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Not a lot.” I shoot her a skeptical look, and she sighs. “Okay, fine. A lot.”
I let out a laugh and wrap my arms around her waist. “Come on,” I tell her, lifting her up into my arms.
“You’re taking me to bed?” she asks, wiggling her brows at me. “Buy a girl dinner first.”
“Jesus,” I breathe out a laugh. “You’re wasted.”
“And you’re so cute,” she says, running her fingers through my hair. My face drops, and she looks down at me with her brows tugged together. “Why are you frowning?” she asks, gently smoothing two of her fingers over my eyebrows. “You don’t like when I compliment you?”
I shake my head, carrying her to her bedroom. “I love when you compliment me.”
“Then what’s the problem?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I look up, our eyes locking, and I sigh. “I just wish you were sober when you did.”
“Why?” Her eyebrows furrow, and for a moment, I’m tempted to lean in and press my lips to hers. I want to kiss hersobad. She’s so pretty, and smells so good, and is saying all the right things but…
“You won’t remember it in the morning,” I murmur, pushing her door open before I place her down on her bed.
I pull off her shoes, setting them neatly by her nightstand. When I glance up, her top is halfway across her chest before she pulls it off and flings it across the room.
I lift off my knee, feeling a rush of breathlessness, and quickly turn around.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?” she asks.
I hesitate, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “You’re...getting changed.”
She sighs. “I saw you naked yesterday.”Christ. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to regain my composure. “Shouldn’t we make it even?”
I glance behind my shoulder for a split second, catching a glimpse of Gabi’s brown hair spilling over her chest, clad only in a lacy black bra. Fuck. Quickly, I snap my head back into place and grab one of her t-shirts, handing it to her. “Here,” I tell her. “Put this on.”
I feel her hand take the t-shirt from me, and I focus intently on a spot on the wall, trying to ignore the tension in the air, until I hear rustling from her sheets.
“Are you…” I turn around, slowly. “Are you decent?”
“Yeah.”
I turn to her, finding her lying on her side, wearing a black t-shirt, her gaze locked on me. “Are you okay?” Gabi frowns, shaking her head. “What do you need?” I ask her, wondering if she wants water, food, or something else.
Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips. “You.”
