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“Wasn't it my turn?” He opens his eyes, caught off guard.
“Yes,” I sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and then look out the window.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I reply, determined to face whatever question he throws my way.
I see a faint smile on his face, and it emboldens me to speak my mind. I'm ready for anything.
“Is it true that you've never been kissed by a guy until now?”
My breath hitches, and I curl my toes with emotion.
“Until now?” I blink rapidly, and he leans in, resting his head on his hand, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Yes. No guy has ever pressed their lips against yours. Is that true?” he insists, shifting closer until I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness, like a tidal wave crashing within me.
I'm snug under the blanket, my heart racing, while Samael leans on the edge of my bed, so close that I wonder if he can hear the rapid beat of my heart.
“False,” I shake my head, surprised by my own response.
Technically, I didn't lie. I remember that childhood moment when his lips briefly touched mine when we were just eleven. But it wasn't a real kiss, so it hardly counts. My emotions tend to lead me astray, making me act impulsively and, more often than not, in the opposite way I should.
His eyebrows arch slightly, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing his face. I have the urge to bury myself under the blanket, but I resist, wanting to see his expression in the dim light that seeps through the window behind him.
“Is it Manasseh?” he asks.
“What? I'm overwhelmed by the flood of questions and suspicions.
“The boy who kissed you. Is he my brother?”
“Ewww, no!” I exclaim, and Sami seems relieved.
“Then what's going on between you two?”
My stomach knots, and unless I come up with a quick, believable explanation, I fear he'll grow suspicious. I can't bear the thought of him pulling away from me, even though I sense that he, too, noticed the change in our relationship. Once, we were as close as family, but lately, I've been doing Manasseh countless favors, and it must have raised some eyebrows.
“I felt bad about the shoulder thing... I guess I wanted to make things right with him. You... you guys have been my childhood friends; we were like family. Or at least, that's how it used to be,” I sigh, my voice tinged with disappointment and regret.
“Family? Is that what I am to you, Rebecca?” Samael continues to make me feel uneasy. More butterflies start fluttering in my stomach. What's with all these questions all of a sudden?
“Hey, it's my turn! Enough with the questions. Truth or dare?” I rush, and he moves closer to my bed, resting his chin on his arm stretched over the edge.
“Dare,” he says decisively, catching me off guard once again, his breath tickling my cheeks. Samael is very, very close to my face.
“I dare you to kiss me,” I whisper, completely forgetting my plan to join the Crasnic, especially when his lips are so close to mine.
His eyes seem to sparkle in the darkness of the room, and I can tell that my boldness surprised him. He's surprised, but not bothered.
“Do you want to share your first kiss with me, Rebecca?”
“I want to continue... Do you remember? The druids' cave, over five years ago?”
“How could I forget that day when I hurt you?” Samael backs away, and I quickly pull my hand from under the blanket, grabbing the collar of his shirt.
“It was the day a boy kissed me for the first time. It was you! I want you to remain my first...”
…and my last, I think, but I don’t reveal my thoughts.
