Page 78 of Truth Or Dare
“Zero?”
He nods. “If it wasn’t for you, my life would be boring, Gabi.”
Our eyes lock together. My life begins and ends with him. Every memory I treasure is with him. Every waking moment, and every time we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms was with him. Even when my life nearly ended, he was there.
Chris is mylife.
He’s the one.
And I’m sick of telling myself I can’t have him.
Earlier, I almost let slip all my thoughts, but I quickly realized it would be a mistake. Now, with alcohol flowing through mysystem, my head feeling lighter, and his eyes locked on mine, I can’t fight it anymore.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Truth or dare?”
A sigh leaves his lips, and he shakes his head. “Gabi,” he warns, lowering me to my feet.
As soon as my feet touch the ground, I look up at him, wanting to be back in his arms. “Come on,” I say, tilting my head. “It’s still early.”
His brows dip. “It’s two am.”
“Exactly,” I point out with a smile. “The morning.”
He chuckles, but it fades as he looks at me, running a hand through his hair. “Dare.”
I lift an eyebrow. He rarely ever picks dare. My eyes drop to his lips, and I think about it. I want it so bad. I wanthimso bad. But what if he doesn’t want me? “There’s a hot tub on the top floor,” I start, licking my lips. “I dare you to jump in with me.”
His brows dip. “That’s it?”
I nod. “You accept?”
His lips curl into a smirk. “You know I never back down from a dare.”
I nod knowingly.
He grabs my hand, and we race through the hallway, up the stairs, until Chris swings open the door to the hot tub.
The place is thankfully empty as I glance around. The room feels cozy and intimate, bathed in soft blue lights that glow in the dimness. The hot tub bubbles, filling the air with a soothing hum.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” Chris says, glancing at me with a hint of concern.
I shrug with a smirk, reaching around to unzip my dress. “Neither did I.”
“Jesus,” Chris mutters, his cheeks flushing slightly as he averts his gaze, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Relax,” I reassure him. “I’m wearing underwear.”
His head turns slightly, glancing at me, and I let the dress pool at my feet. Chris’ eyes drop, and they trace my body as if he’s mapping it, remembering it.
I’ve never had his eyes on me before. Not like this.
His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking as his eyes slowly make their way back to my face.
My heart is racing out of my chest. I want to dive in head first. I want to know if there’s any chance he feels what I feel, even slightly.
