Page 27 of The Dating Dare

Tara tossed and turned all night, sleeping fitfully and dreaming of brownies. She woke up groggy and cranky the next morning, not at all certain what she was feeling.

Her phone chimed when she stepped out of her bathroom, wringing her hair with a towel. She adjusted the towel around her and checked to see who it was.

SETH:If you tell me you slept like a baby, I’m gonna have to take you down.

She laughed, her crankiness immediately relaxing its hold on her.

TARA:Let’s just say I woke up craving brownies.

SETH:That brownie was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.

Heat flared to life in her vagina, and Tara checked to see if her towel had caught on fire. No arson attempt had been made on her person.

TARA:Are you in bed?

SETH:Yes.

She squeezed her thighs together.

TARA:Lazy. It’s past eight. Get up.

SETH:Like I implied, I didn’t fall asleep until four in the morning.

TARA:What are you wearing?

SETH:I thought you wanted me to get up?

TARA:I do. Get out of bed and tell me what you’re wearing.

SETH:I don’t wear anything to bed.

She needed another shower. A cold shower.

TARA:So you’re naked? Right now?

SETH:Yes.

Why was she torturing herself like this?

SETH:Hello?

TARA:I’m here.

SETH:Your turn.

TARA:My turn what?

SETH:Tell me what you’re wearing.

It was time to torturehima little.

TARA:A towel.

SETH:Is it a small towel? A tiny hand towel?

TARA:Oh, for heaven’s sake. It’s off. Happy now?

SETH:Fucking hell.

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