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She tilts her head so her blonde hair falls over her shoulder as she tries to get a better angle in the light. “I visited the town last weekend but there wasn’t much to do. There’s like one bar and a tattoo parlor.”
Bakersville is pretty small. I’m shocked there’s even a tattoo shop.
“Well, want to meet in the lobby in the morning and make plans together?” I say casually. I suck at asking people to hang out and I’m not afraid to admit it.
She tuts and side-eyes me. “Sorry, Wynn. I’m booked all weekend. I’m sure Lanston has time for you though. He’s always sulking around. You two are good for each other in that way.”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it. Just say you’re busy.” I glare at her. Damn, these new meds make me a hard-ass. I kinda like it.
She snatches the polishes she brought with her and stands up furiously. She doesn’t say anything, but she slams the door behind her.
Manageable.
Liam comes back into the room later than usual.
I don’t bother looking up at him. I’m reading a thriller and just got to the part where the heroine falls in love with the murderer. He chases her into an abandoned factory and then switches his identity before going to her. I flip the page. She finds blood on his collar and screams—
“That good?”
I jolt and grip my book so hard it bends the spine.
“Fuck, Wynn. What are you reading?” I don’t have time to protest before Liam’s invading my space and lying beside me on the bed. I scoot over a bit so we’re not smashed together in the center.
“Jesus, invite yourself over, why don’t you,” I grumble, narrowing my eyes at him. His blue eyes are intent on the book and a boyish grin pulls at his lips. “Are you drunk?”
“I had a few drinks with Lanston. That doesn’t mean I’m drunk.” He rolls his eyes and taps the pages carelessly, crinkling a few of them. “Come on, what were you reading?”
I pull the book away from him hastily and shoot him a glare. “Stop that. It’s a thriller romance.”
He laughs and rolls to his back. “So it’s a porno?”
My cheeks warm. “Oh my God.Go back to your bed, Liam.” I set the book on my nightstand and watch him. He’s just staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply with a stupid grin on his lips.
“Can we play a game?” he asks, lifting his head to meet my eyes. His dark hair is disheveled, making him all the more beautiful. His icy stare digs deep into my soul.
“What game?” I raise a suspicious brow.
He sits up and leans closer. “Truth or dare.”
I hold my ground and stiffen my resolve. “That’s childish.”
“Ask me first, come on.” His expression is cold and curious.
Am I really going to play this game with him? Then again, why not? It’s Friday night, I have nothing better to do, and at least we’re talking. That’s progress, I guess.
“Fine, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” His eyes trail down my chest before flicking back up.
“I dare you to paint your nails.” I grab the black polish from my makeup bag and toss it to him.
His lips curl and a dark, unsettling look falls over his features. “All right. Truth or dare, sunshine?” He unscrews the top and starts painting his toenails.
I think for a moment. If I choose truth, he might ask me things I’m really not in the mood to dig up right now.
“Dare.”
He chuckles and narrows his eyes at me. “Kiss me.”
