Page 45 of Calling a Cease-Fire

The song ended and I nudged her knee. “See? Isn’t this fun?”

She raised a brow. “Yeah. So fun,” she deadpanned.

“Want to play a game?” I asked.

“What kind of game?” She sent me a devilish grin. “Like truth or dare?”

I shook my head. That was not a good idea, especially while I was driving. I had a feeling it would totally get us into trouble. But the idea that I could ask her pointed questions and she had to tell the truth was intriguing.

“I was thinking more like the alphabet game.” It was a much safer option, because if she dared me to touch her or kiss her, there was no way I was backing down.

“My idea would be more fun.”

“Yeah, but a lot more dangerous.”

She reached out and walked two fingers up my bicep. “A little bit of danger won’t hurt.”

“Fine.” I glanced over with my best stern look. I wasn’t sure I even had one, but the moment definitely called for it. “But we need rules.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so paranoid. You’re acting like I’m going to dare you to fuck me or something.”

I sent her a pointed look. Because that was pretty much what she had done just a few weeks ago at the bar.

“Ok. Point taken. We’ll keep it PG-13.”

It started off innocent enough. I found out her favorite movie is The Notebook, which actually didn’t shock me. That movie had more drama and heartbreak than it did love and happiness. She confided that her feet are super ticklish. She asked me if I liked pineapple on pizza—which no, that’s gross. And if I wore boxers or briefs. My answer was neither. Boxer briefs or, more often, commando for me, which made her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.

Now it was her turn to answer. “Truth or dare.”

“Let’s do dare this time.”

I thought for a minute. I’d done this with a group of friends on a road trip before and dared Savannah to flash someone. But the thought of anyone besides me seeing Mia’s tits made me irrationally annoyed.

I handed her my phone. “Find a song you know on my playlist and sing with it.”

She frowned at me. “I hate you.”

I shrugged. “You’re the one who picked this game, and then you picked dare. So I don’t wanna hear you complaining.”

“Why couldn’t you have just dared me to flash someone?”

I locked my jaw. Because, Sassy McSasserpants, I don’t want to get in a fight with someone right now.

“Just pick a song.”

She picked “Never Enough” and sang like a freaking angel, making every hair on my body stand at attention and sent goose bumps skittering along my arms and down my back. I glanced over at her, wide-mouthed, when she finished.

“Why do you look so surprised?”

“Because you acted like you couldn’t sing.”

“No. I said I don’t sing in front of people.”

I shook my head with a chuckle. “You keep surprising me.”

“Ok then. Your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”