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“Getaway from me,”Isob, shoving him hard in the chest.Andfinally,finally, he steps back, disgust filling his gaze.
“Ican’t believeIput up with you for so long,” he hisses.
Myhands are shaking. “I’mleaving.”
“Goon, then.Idon’t want you anymore anyway.”Asneer mars his face, the charming manIonce thoughtIloved completely gone.Washe even there to begin with? “Butwithout me, you’ll be all alone.Faceit,Shae.There’snothing special about you.Youleave me, and no one else is ever going to want you.Notfor anything more than a quick fuck anyway.”
I’dlet it all go on for far too long—put up with the way his compliments, the displays of affection, and seemingly thoughtful gifts he’d showered me with at the start became fewer and farther between.Andhow the criticisms started to outnumber the compliments, so slowlyIdidn’t notice at first, untilIcouldn’t do anything right.HowIwas constantly on edge, waiting to be accused of flirting if a man was too friendly with me—not to mention how he felt about my friendship withDevonandBeau.Iwas too embarrassed to admit the truth of how blindI’dbeen, so whenIfinally wised up and moved out of our shared apartment,Ijust told everyone that it was over, and thatIdidn’t want to talk about it.
Istilldon’t want to talk about it.
Ithrow my shot of tequila back and shiver at the burn scorching down my throat.
Devon’sbrows lower and he searches my face.
Butbefore he can call me out,Ipoint at him, my empty shot glass dangling from my fingers. “Truthor dare?”
Hestudies me for a second longer, then one side of his mouth kicks up. “Truth.”
Iroll my bottom lip between my teeth whileIthink. “What’sthe worst lie you’ve ever told?”
Devonstudies the shot glass in his hand, then puts it to his lips and tosses it back.
Questionsswarm my mind.Ithought for sure he’d confess to a stupid lie he told as a teenager.Devon’sa pretty honest and open guy.Mycuriosity skyrockets at the implication that he’s told a lie so big he won’t admit it even to me.ButIdidn’t want to talk aboutPhillip, and he obviously doesn’t want to talk about this.Sothere’s no wayI’llpress him on it.
Someof these questions are getting uncomfortable.Buthe hasn’t asked to stop, andIdon’t want him to leave yet, soIgesture to the tequila bottle. “Lookslike we both need a refill.”
Henods and grabs the bottle.Then, holding my hand steady with his, he pours the clear liquid into my glass.Maybeit’s the buzzIhave going now, but the heat of his skin on mine makes butterflies take flight in my stomach in a way they definitely shouldn’t.
Hefills his own glass, then puts the bottle back down.
“Truth,”Isay before he has a chance to ask.
Oneof his dark brows quirks up at the same time as his lips. “Notcurious about whatI’ddare you to do?”
“Scaredis more like it.”
Hiseyes glitter as they narrow on me. “Okaythen.Truthit is.Whenwas the last time you had sex?”
Mycheeks heat instantly, butIwon’t give him the satisfaction of downing the shot. “Overa year ago.”
Devonsits up straight, shock splashing across his face. “Areyou serious?”
Ishake my head at him. “I’vebeensingle.”
Hefrowns. “So?”
Iroll my eyes.Typicalman. “I’mnot into one-night stands.”Notto mention thatIhaven’t had any interest in men or sex since my breakup.Untila few days ago anyway.Buthe doesn’t need to know that.
Devon’stoo-perceptive gaze spears into me, but he just leans back against the wall silently, inclining his head and waiting for me to go ahead.
“Truthor dare?”Iask.
“Truth.”
Iponder for a second. “Haveyou ever had a threesome?”
I’mnot quite sure whyIexpect him to laugh the question off, but he doesn’t.Hiseyes slide away from mine and his jaw works from side to side. “Yes,” he finally says.
