“Are you sure you want to know?” I checked.
“Yes.” Helookedsure.
“Eight. Or nine. Depends on who you ask.”
His forehead creased. “How is that possible?”
“One question per truth.” I held up a finger. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he grumbled.
“Pants off.” I gestured to his jeans.
“They have a button. And a zipper. One action per dare, Hoover.”
My lips curved. “Now you’re getting it. Button.”
He leaned back on the couch and slowly undid the button.
I tried not to drool. Mostly succeeded, too.
“Truth or dare,” he said.
If I picked a dare, he was absolutely going to make it hellish so I’d refuse. Then, he could get the other half of my last answer.
“Truth.”
“Explain theorfrom your last answer.”
“That’s technically an order, not a question, but I’ll let it slide. One of my boyfriends was an identical twin. Same haircut and everything. There’s a disagreement on whether or not they ever swapped places in the three months we were dating. So I may or may not have slept with both of them. It was a whole thing. Truth or dare?”
“You can’t leave the story like that,” Wyatt protested.
I lifted a shoulder. “I can, and will.”
“You’re vicious.”
“Proudly,” I agreed. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Zipper.”
He unzipped.
His erection strained against the boxers he had on beneath the pants, and I ignored the way my body warmed in response.
This game was a fantastic idea.
seven
WYATT
“Why is therea debate about the twin situation?” I asked Jade, when she went with a truth again.
“My boyfriend was a major asshole. His brother was even worse, and he was dating my best friend at the time. I was young enough and stupid enough not to care how he treated me. My best friend broke up with her boyfriend one night after they hooked up. She insisted that the brothers had swapped. They denied it.”
Jade finished, “I still have no idea who was telling the truth, but I obviously sided with her. Both relationships ended. Our friendship did too, after she graduated a few weeks later and moved on to better things.”
