Page 59 of Plight
He looked down between my slightly parted legs, and I had no doubt that he could see a shadow of wetness on my underwear, a shadow he’d instigated.
He licked his lips, and I snapped my legs shut.
“Why can’t you give me what our bodies want?”
“Because friends shouldn’t fuck. Period. It ruins everything.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do.” I leaned forward and grabbed his hand. “Lots, I don’t want to ruin us.”
He trailed his finger down my shoulder. “I know. I don’t want to ruin us either.”
“So we don’t fuck. Agreed?”
He laughed. “I never said that.”
“This isn’t up for negotiation.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Don’t change the topic.”
“I’m not. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Sleep with me tonight.”
“No! I mean it. We can’t fuck.”
“I said ‘sleep’, Danielle. Sleep with me tonight.”
Weighing up his challenge, I stared into his imploring eyes and decided that, if I kept my knickers on as planned, there was no harm in sleeping
… together
… in the same bed.
Because we were just friends, pretending to be so much more.
