Page 37 of The Kiss Keeper
Natalie turned to him, wide-eyed, and he understood her unease. They couldn’t choose truth because they hadn’t worked all that out yet.
“Dare,” she answered.
Leo leaned forward as the fire lit his creepy as hell expression. “I dare you to take off your shoes and run around the firepit five times.”
This foot freak!
Jake squared his jaw. “Hell, no, Dr. Dix. And this is your last warning about Natalie and the foot shit. The only person here that gets to touch Natalie’s feet is me.”
He pinned the man with his gaze. He needed Dr. Tootsie Toucher to get the message loud and clear.
“Then kiss her,” Leslie barked, cutting through the testosterone haze.
“Right here? In front of everyone?” Natalie asked.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Lara and Marcus cheered.
Leslie crossed her arms. “That’s the dare.”
Natalie gave him a nervous smile. “A quick kiss couldn’t hurt.”
Quick kiss. Okay, he could do this. He leaned in and pecked her lips.
Bing, bang, boom! Done.
Leslie groaned. “Oh my, God! You guys look about as comfortable kissing as two thirteen-year-olds before they have to give it up for the Kiss Keeper. After five months and six days, you have slept together, right?”
In a flurry of awkward responses, Natalie said yes just as he’d shot back a resounding no.
“So, you have, or you haven’t?” Leslie demanded.
Natalie nodded emphatically. “We have. We totally have. Remember that time we had intercourse at that…hotel.”
They could not screw this up. That stink-eyed Leslie already seemed to be on to them.
He nodded to his fake girlfriend. “Yeah, and then, there was that time we had intercourse in a…bed,” he added and immediately wanted to head-butt himself.
Intercourse? What was this? High school sex ed?
Sweet Christ! They sounded like idiots.
“Twice? That’s it?” Leo questioned.
“That was…one day. We like to do it several times a day,” Natalie countered with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
He turned to her. “We do?”
She nodded, her eyes begging him to go along. “We do.”
He turned to Leslie and Leo and plastered on his best shit-eating grin. “We do.”
Leslie’s features hardened. “Then let’s see a real kiss. It can’t be hard for you guys, especially if you’re screwing multiple times a day.”
Natalie twisted the belt of her trench coat. “Sure, we can—”
But before she finished whatever the hell she was going to say, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, and the earth shifted off its axis.
He’d kissed a lot of women, but it had been years since a kiss had taken over all his senses.
