Page 52 of Truth Or Dare
HA. My girl doesn’t drink bitches.
Grayson:
Where’s the block button.
Aiden:
You can’t block me. I live with you.
Grayson:
Not if you keep being cocky.
Aiden:
Hey. I didn’t make Rosie get drunk. Chris, man. Back me up here.
Chris:
Once again. Wasn’t my fault.
Aiden:
No. But it was your girl.
My lips twitch, reading it over.My girl.
Fuck. I run a hand through my hair. I really like the sound of that.
“I’m showered.” I quickly tuck my phone into my pants at the sound of Gabi’s voice, and when I lift my head, my heart stops.
Holy shit.
“Is that...” My voice trails off as I drink in the sight of her. “Is that my hoodie?” My mouth goes dry as I take in the sight of her wearing my clothes. My heart thuds loudly in my chest, and I struggle to compose myself.
Fuck that. There’s no way I can calm myself down when she looks likethat, fresh from the shower, with her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and my hoodie on her body.
“Yeah,” she replies with a shrug, her voice soft. “It looked comfortable. Is that okay? I can take it off if you want?”
My heart races as I struggle to reply. “No!”Fuck. I clear my throat, shaking my head. “No,” I say again like a normal human being this time. “Of course it’s okay.”
“Great,” she says, plopping down onto the stool. “Now gimme the pancakes.” I chuckle, placing the pancakes onto a plate before handing it over to her.
Gabi drowns them in syrup, and dives in. “God, these are so good,” she says, going back for another bite. “I think I’ll keep you around a little longer.”
I smile, glad to see her happy, especially considering there was a time when she wasn’t. I still remember that night vividly, the memory of it like a knife to my chest. It lives in my mind like a nightmare. I still remember her clinging to me, and begging me not to leave. And now, I find myself saying the same words I uttered to her back then.
“I’ll stay for however long you want me to.”
Chapter 16
A nightmare coming to life
Age Seventeen
Peeking over the edge of the bushes, I see him open the door and call out my name. My heart hammers in my chest as I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t find me. My lip throbs, and I swipe my thumb over it, flinching at the sight of blood smeared on my skin.
I lift my head when I hear the door close, sucking in a breath before stepping out of the bushes, but I stay hidden, ready to dive back in if he comes out again.
