I leaned back, pressing my palms to the table. “We’re playing a classic, timeless game of truth or dare. Nothing is off the table. If you don’t like the truth question, you can request a dare. If you don’t like the dare, you can answer a question instead. Dares can only require one action, and truths can only require one answer. Your goal is to get me to chicken out and walk away. That’s how you win. If you give up first, I win.”
His other eyebrow lifted too. “You want me to make you uncomfortable?”
“That’s the point, yeah.”
Wyatt didn’t look convinced.
I’d get him there.
“What does the winner get?” he asked.
I was tempted to make the reward something sexual, but I was pretty sure I needed to ease him into it. Sudden or large changes didn’t seem like something Wyatt enjoyed.
“Based on our gourmet late lunch of cereal, I’m going to assume you don’t love cooking. Neither do I. So, I propose that the loser is in charge of the next three meals. Deal?” I held out a hand.
Wyatt shook it.
“I’ll start,” I said. “Truth or dare.”
He considered it. I honestly had no idea what he was going to choose. He had shared information about his past pretty freely, but that didn’t mean he was the most open of books.
He wasn’t entirely comfortable with the physical stuff, but he probably didn’t realize how hard I was going to hit him when it came to dares.
He studied me, and I met his gaze head on.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
I had a feeling he was thinking back to the way I’d said he was probably terrified of sex. The expression he was wearing was almost identical to the one he’d had on when that conversation went down.
“Dare,” he said.
I was totally right.
“Take your shirt off,” I said. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why he’d put one on when he got dressed.
His eyebrows lifted.
Guess he hadn’t seen stripping coming. What else did he think I was going to dare him to do? Jump in the lake? It was springtime, so the water was freezing. Not to mention, I wasaiming forsexyto ease the awkwardness between us. Nothing about cold water was sexy.
Wyatt grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and tugged it over his head.
I looked at his abs shamelessly.
How was he even real?
“You’re up,” I said.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” I wasn’t about to risk the lake thing.
“How many guys have you been with?”
Oof.
Right for the kill.
Considering he was a virgin, this seemed like a loaded question that did not work in my favor.
