She looks at me and squints for a moment before smiling. “Dare.”
“I dare you to finish that water.”
She groans, but does it. “You’re no fun.”
Then she points at me. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“If you were dating me,” she says softly, “wouldyouever cheat on me?”
“No. Never.” The answer is ridiculously easy.
Her eyes flutter closed for a second.
I swallow, trying to look at anything but her. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
I hesitate. “What scares you the most about losing him?”
She answers cautiously. “I don’t know…maybe it’s proving to everyone that I’m not really who I try to portray myself to be. That I’m not as confident and as perfect as they think I am…that I’m pretty fucking far from it, actually. That there’s something wrong with me to make him want something else.”
My chest aches for her, but before I can say anything, she looks over at me again. “Truth or dare?”
I let her change the subject and don’t try to push it. “Dare.”
I watch the trouble turning in her mind, the devil on her shoulder getting in her ear.
She looks down at my lap and then back up at me, smiling—it’s a dangerous smile. “I dare you to…put my toe in your mouth.”
I freeze, and almost laugh.
This is a bad idea.
Such a bad idea.
It’s crossing major lines…
But I’m drunk. And as much as I keep going back to the thought of her having a boyfriend, I can’t help but also think about how much of a piece of shit he is for treating her this way.
I try to talk myself out of it; I really do, but…
“Fuck it,” I mutter.
I lift her foot and drag my tongue slowly from her heel to her toes, then suck one into my mouth, eyes locked on hers the whole time.
God, I’d lick every inch of her if she’d let me.
I hate the thought of anyone having access to her who doesn’t appreciate what they have, or know that she is the embodiment of perfection.
Her mouth falls open.
“Mason!” she gasps. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”
I kiss the top of her foot before placing it back down on my lap.
“I’ll never turn down a dare,” I tell her in a low voice.