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My mind conjures up the kinds of parties at the clubhouse on that show I can't stop watching, and my stomach dips.
Me: What kind of thing?
Nova: small, casual. Drinks and games and music.
I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, excitement popping inside of me like a bubble machine.
Me: I'll meet you there
Nova: I'll be waiting
38
EVANGELINE
“I barely know you.”I keep my tone light. “Unless you count what your tongue feels like inside my pussy—”
He sputters, a mouthful of beer flying from his mouth.
I continue my thought, like I didn't get the exact reaction I wanted from him. “Then I guess I know you pretty well.”
He arches a brow and drags the back of his hand across his mouth. “Oh, that always counts, sweetheart.”
“Tell me something about you.” I lean my back against the bar behind me. We're on the very end, close to the wall. Enough space around us where we don't have to yell to be heard over the music and conversation.
And there is a lot of music and conversation happening inside the Reapers clubhouse. It's cleaner than I expected it to be, but I bet it won't be tomorrow morning, after this little party ends.
Nova steps into my space and regards me with a smirk. “You want to have a meaningful conversationhere?Now?”
My smile falls into a serious expression and I nod a few times, clasping my drink to my chest. “You're right. This is no place for those kinds of chats.” I feel my mouth curl into a sly smile. “Let's play truth or dare instead.”
He takes a swig of his beer, but I can see his smile behind the bottle. “Only if I get to go first.”
I shake my head, my hair falling from its position tucked behind my ear. “No way. I came up with the idea. That means I definitely get to go first.”
He laughs, a deep sound that warms something inside my chest. “Alright, go ahead then.”
I purse my lips to keep them from stretching too wide. I'm entirely too giddy for this admittedly juvenile game. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he says quickly, excitement flashing in his eyes.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
As far as dares go, it's a solid one. Or it would be if we hadn't already kissed before. But I have a strategy here. It's about the long game.
“If you wanted to kiss me, Evangeline, you didn't have to dare me. I'll kiss you any time.”
He takes a step forward. “Any place.” He slides his hand along the side of my neck, tipping my face toward his. “Anywhere,” he murmurs against my lips.
I shiver at his innuendo, but he distracts me with his mouth against mine. His tongue flicks against the seam of my lips, coaxing them open easily. Our tongues meet in a slow, searching kiss. He pulls back too soon, and I already know my cheeks are flushed.
“My turn.” He grins, still standing in front of me. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I murmur.
“I dare you.” His lips tease mine, a whispered taunt meant only for my ears. “To get on the bar and dance with the bunnies.”
My nose wrinkles at the use of the term bunnies, but I overlook it when he places his big palm on my hip in a possessive gesture.
