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Nick nude and tangled in the cool sheets of a large bed flashed in my head, his back puckered, his ass peeking and toned from the loose covering of Egyptian cotton. He wore nothing? Really? I supposed it was believable, having seen his pants in the past dipping below his pelvis, his natural V-shape too visible without the confinement of the Calvin Klein underwear I imagined he’d wear. I eyed him suspiciously, reaching for a second base card.
“‘Would you ever want to watch me have sex with someone else?’”
“Someone else?” He seemed simultaneously intrigued and conflicted. “Another man?”
“Could be a woman.”
“That’d be better. But I wouldn’t care to see it at all.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes. Because of you. Not that I wouldn’t want to see what’s under that skirt… or that top… to see you bare, without another person’s hands or body on it, man or woman. In fact, I can’t imagine how I’d react if I ever saw that… Upset? Jealous?”
I almost missed his words as my heart pounded in my ears. I wanted to say something but couldn’t, still stuck on the idea that Nick Stafford could ever be jealous of anyone else touching me. “What?” I asked, as he shuffled all the cards together; bases one, two and three into one unanimous pile.
“Pick another card. Ask me. Dare me. Do it again,” he asserted.
Hesitantly, I lifted another mild first base question. My voice swayed, unaware of how adrenaline took hold of my tone. “‘What’s the biggest lie you’ve told to get close to someone?’” I folded the card to my chest.
“I’ve told a lot. They’re all innocent, but they’re all certainly lies.”
“And the biggest of them all?”
“One that I’m not ready to share yet. It may be more embarrassing than you think.”
“I know all too well about being embarrassed.” I admitted, our eyes locked in a gaze.
“You think you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of me?”
“All the time. It seems to be what I do best. Haven’t you noticed?”
Nick clenched his teeth, disappointed. “Whatever you think is embarrassing, is actually endearing…”
“By whom?”
“Guess.” He dared me.
I grew silent, unable to say what I thought he was implying, so I avoided answering him. “You didn’t answer my question. Now you have to remove a piece of your clothing.”
“And what would you want?”
“Your belt,” I settled.
Nick reached for his buckle, threading his thumb between the brass, slowly, meticulously undoing it. It clinked in his hand, the leather snapping loose as he yanked it through the loops of his fitted chinos. His abs expanded, his pants less constricting, comfortably snug with the tiniest gap of skin that hinted towards his crotch.
“Let’s both pull cards. One last time, that is… if you’re up for the challenge…” He tapped his finger on the third base card sitting at the top of the deck. Its red, glossy finish taunted me with the risk of being asked the craziest question, or the dirtiest dare.
“You take the top. And I’ll take the next one.” I instructed, allowing Nick to remove the third base card, and for me to take a first base card below. “You go first.” I whispered.
Nick read his card, then asked, “You sure you’re a naughty-list girl?”
“Mmhmm,” I nodded.
“How naughty?”
“Naughty enough to tell you how I fucked myself in the shower. Isn’t that naughty enough?”
“Close. But this card wants more. Can you give it to me?”
