Page 52 of Forever Fighting
I gasp and sit up straight on the sunbed, the plastic crinkling beneath my ass. “You what?”
He shrugs.
“You never told me that!”
He laughs at my reaction and sits on the curved end of the sunbed, lifting my feet and dropping them on his lap. “Damn right I never told you that. You never would have talked to me again.”
“Oh my god! That’s crazy. Have you gotten hard over me other times besides that?”
He gives me a stern look. “Braelyn, do not ask me that unless you truly want the answer and the repercussions with it.”
I hold up my hands. “Fine. I’m changing the subject.”
The waiter interrupts us. “Good afternoon. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
“We’ll each have a frozen margarita, and we’ll share a chicken quesadilla and an order of chips with guacamole, please.”
“Very good, señor.”
The guy leaves us, and I shift to my friend. “Truth or dare?”
He chokes. “What? Are we teenagers again?”
“You were never really a teenager when I was.”
“You never really acted like every other teenage girl,” he parries. “It’s why I could handle being friends with you.”
I preen a bit. “Nash helped with that. Maybe Skylar too, because I never hung out with other teenage girls much because they were all such bitches to her. But it got me thinking. Come on. Play with me.”
He cocks an eyebrow, and I arch one in return, not backing down despite the bold innuendo.
“Fine. Truth.”
I snicker. “Wimp.”
He flicks water at me again. “If you’re going to be judgy, I won’t play. Besides, I think we’ve gotten into enough trouble from dares on this trip.”
“Ugh. So temperamental, husband.” I roll my eyes, feigning annoyance. “Fine. What’s the biggest turn-on for you?” I ask because now I’m curious. Him telling me I made him hard that afternoon is something I never expected to hear.
“Confidence,” he answers easily.
I lean back on the sun chair but splash him. “That’s such a job interview reply.”
He tosses his hands up. “You can’t rate my answers, kid. If I said sexy nurses with pretty brown eyes and tons of curls, you’d hit me.”
That earns more water on his chest. “Now you’re teasing me.”
Something flickers across his face, and he shakes his head ever so slightly. “What about you?”
“Honesty.” My answer comes just as fast.
“Now who’s giving generic answers?”
I give him a meaningful look. “I think right now I’m entitled to mine. You saying confidence is lame, considering you don’t do girlfriends. You just fuck your way around.” Then something hits me because now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time I saw him with anyone. “When was the last time you went on a date?”
He laughs. “Nice try. My turn to ask. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
