“Yes.”
One word, three letters, enough to send me into a tailspin. Who was he?
“Are you in love?” he adds.
“That’s not how truth or dare works, Caleb. Next person?” she deflects. I’ve never wanted Caleb to get his own way more. And by the way he looks at me with a smug look on his face, I’ve played right into his hands. He’s fucking loving this.
“You gonna tell me about that later, sweet girl?” I whisper against her ear.
She stiffens, and I can just make out from the side of her face that she’s sucking in her cheeks. She pulls her arm out of reach from my trailing fingertips, and it’s as if the temperature of the room drops a few degrees, the air thick with something unspoken. An error on my part, but I can’t work out what it was. Maybe the evening has been too much for her, too easy to play the part, and she’s having second thoughts.
“My turn,” Katie says, returning the favor for Mia by distracting us all. “Dare.”
“Kiss Jonesy,” Caleb demands.
“What are we, fourteen years old? Gonna do seven minutes in heaven next?” Katie scoffs.
I use the opportunity to whisper to Mia, “What did I do?”
“Nothing,” she whispers back, keeping her eyes fixed forward.
“I wouldn’t need seven minutes. I’d have you coming in two,” Jonesy says, downing the rest of his drink.
“I’m not kissing you.” Katie scoffs.
“What are you scared of, princess?”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, and Mia squirms on my lap. I widen my legs so she can shift between them. She slips down, brushing my cock on the way down and fuck, it feels so good. My hand shifts to my bent knee beside her, my foot up on the couch. She’s not relaxed anymore, her back ramrod straight, her shoulders tense and high. It feels like she’s on the starting block and she’s waiting for the gun to go off so she can launch out of her seat and run for her life.
“Tell me what it was so I know not to do it again.”
Her chin dips as she watches her fingers knot together.
“I don’t like the term of endearment you used.”
Sweet girl?
“Can I clarify what it was so I make sure I don't do it again?” I whisper softly.
“Yeah…it was, umm, sweet girl,” she says, as the rest of the room peeks over at us. “I don’t like that.”
“I won’t call you it again, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Is that the only one you don’t like?” I ask.
She nods, finally, twisting to look at me.
“You’re not mad?” she breathes.
“Why would I be mad?”
She pauses, frowning for a moment until her face smoothes out. She’s not going to answer that; her wall is back up now.
Despite my disappointment, her hand curls around the back of my thigh, and she begins to trail her fingers up and down. It is by far one of the best and worst experiences of my life. My cock twitches and she looks over her shoulder, her hair as dark as night in this low light. She smirks, pushing her ass back again. She’s playing with me, her previous anxiety forgotten.
I’m dying to know who hurt her, if only so I could look them up and see someone whose life is destroyed and worthless from having lost her.
