Page 203 of Rock Me All Night
Someone clears his throat. Sure enough, it's Tom, calling our attention.
Okay, fine. Meg and I join the discussion at the table.
Tom nods to the bottles of liquor. "We're going to play a game: truth, dare, or drink. Except for Miles. He's stuck with truth or dare."
Meg looks at me as if to askokay?I nod. Yeah. Fine. I'm not fourteen. Truth or dare doesn't scare me.
Drew looks at me the way Meg did. Like he's concerned about me. I turn on the bubbly. I am not about to be some kind of pity homing beacon.
Meg slides into Miles's lap. She kisses him on the cheek. "I'm not drinking either."
"I'll start." Tom turns to Pete. "Truth or dare."
Pete mumbles his answer. "Dare."
"Call Cindy and tell her what you really think about—"
Pete grabs the bottle of whiskey, pours a shot, and slams it. "That's the drink part of the game." He turns back to Tom. "Truth or dare, Tom?"
"Truth."
Pete shakes his head. "Pussy choice." He rubs his chin like he's thinking. "Is the reason you've never had a girlfriend that women can't tolerate your personality, or is it that you're so bad in bed no woman dares let you touch her twice?"
Tom raises a brow. "I've fucked plenty of women three or four nights in a row."
"Must be the former then," Pete says. "Your turn."
Tom holds Pete's stare for a moment. He shakes it off and turns to me. "Kara, truth or dare."
"Truth." I hesitate. Dare is a better choice. Dare can't open me up or make me reveal anything personal.
I shake my head. This is a stupid game. It won't open me up. Worst case scenario, I can take a shot.
"Do you regret moving in with Drew yet?" he asks.
My neck relaxes. An easy question. "Not yet. But there's always time." I clear my throat. I have to smile. I'm supposed to be the fun friend. "Meg."
"Truth," she says.
I throw her a bone. "Is Miles as good as he says he is?"
She turns back to Miles and plants a kiss on his lips. "Don't know. Miles has a big mouth."
"Pretty sure you like it." He sucks on her neck.She giggles. "So cocky. So smug. Why do I put up with you anyway?" She leans into his kiss with a slight groan.
He grabs her and holds her against him. Okay. Now they're making out. She turns away with a little giggle and a "Miles" that seems to meanoh my goodness, not in front of our friends.
"You're not doing that in my place." Drew glares.
Meg pushes off Miles. She turns back to the table with a shy look on her face. "I'll have to take him to the bedroom to verify. I can't be sure I until I test out that mouth—"
"One more word and I'm dragging you to the car, babe." He grabs her thigh.
Tom clears his throat.
They keep making out.
Pete looks up, then his eyes go back to the table. "We can call that a yes."
