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“Truth game?”
“We tell one truth about each other. Whoever says the lousiest one loses and gets punished,” Gabriel says with a cheeky smirk.
I counter his smirk with a suspecting look. “How would we know if we are telling the truth?”
"That's what this game is about. Giving your trust to the other," Gabriel explains. He steps back and explains, "We don't know if we will be truthful, but we will know how much we can trust each other. And from there, we'll let that trust grow."
Mixed emotion gushes all over me. I'm happy to know Gabriel wants to further what we have now, but I can't help being scared. What truth will I tell him? That he can die because of me? That I’m about to be betrothed to a Bratva heir? I’m intrigued about the truth he will tell me, but will he be the same after knowing who I am?
“You don’t want to play this game?” he asks when I fail to reply. “Or am I going too far and too fast?”
“No. It’s just that…”
"I'll go first. You can stop the game if you don't like it," Gabriel offers, but the edges of his lips show a frown. He walks to the stove and places a frying pan. "I'm not a good cook. But I make a delicious grilled cheese sandwich. That's what we'll have for dinner."
“No fish and fries?” It’s my desperate attempt to divert the game.
“We took the last packs last night,” Gabriel says while putting some sliced bread on the pan. “Your truth.”
“That was your truth?” I laugh a little. “I like anything with cheese.”
Gabriel grabs a pack of cheese slices and throws it near me. “Have everything,” he says with a pout.
He knows I'm avoiding the game. He doesn't say another word and continues to grill the bread. I bite my lips while watching the butter melting around the bread. There's silence between Gabriel and me. Only the sound of the seared bread fills the room.
I close my eyes and gather my courage. I've already let Gabriel have me all night. Letting us know each other won't be a big deal. Also, like him, I want to deepen what we had last night. I don't want my first time to be just a one-night stand.
"You were my first kiss and everything," I confess when he flips the bread. Gabriel looks at me with a disappointed grin. "It's the truth. I'm not making it up."
“So, you didn’t deliberately surrender?”
“Surrender? Are you saying it's a lie?"
Gabriel takes a plate and places the grilled sandwiches. "It's an obvious truth, Sasha. You kissed like a high schooler, and you were a virgin."
I grab the sandwich and stick it into his mouth. "So, you were lying when you said I was great?"
Gabriel takes the sandwich out and laughs. When I continue to frown at him, he pulls my head close and kisses me with some bread in his mouth. It grosses me out a little, and I push the bread out. But he uses his tongue to share it with me. The sweetness, the butter, and the saltiness of the cheese erupt in my mouth, inciting my greed.
"You are. And I enjoyed every inch of you. That's my truth," Gabriel whispers after pulling away from our kiss. He sniffs my neck, and the ticklish sensation squeezes a giggle out of me. "What's your truth, Sasha?"
I suck my cheek to stop giggling. When Gabriel moves his face closer to mine again, my feet fiddle like a happy little girl would. I frown when he laughs at my reaction, but he quickly puts back my smile with a quick kiss. “Your truth, Sasha?” he asks.
Something tells me there’s something he wants to hear from me.Should I?Gabriel probably knows my background. Many of the female students in Dahlia Hall are rumored to be daughters of influential families. Many of them are daughters of men with connections to underground businesses like my father. Still, I hesitated. Gabriel doesn't know how dangerous my father is. Actually, my father himself is the danger.
"I…" I let go of my giggle and answered, "I want to satisfy you better."
Gabriel blushes for a moment; his eyes twinkle with excitement. Was that what he wanted to hear? Geez! I overthought things again!
“That truth needs proof,” he says with a smile. He slides his hand under the shirt and strums his fingers on my crotch. “You’re not hungry, right?”
Every moment of what we did last night flashes back into my memory. His touch sends me into a frenzy. I tear a piece of the grilled sandwich and answer, "Not anymore."
