Page 111 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Jonas hadn't made me think he wanted a boyfriend... That didn't make me stop wanting it, though.

Eventually, I stood, shut off the lights and went to my bedroom to sleep.

It was hard to with Jonas right next door.

Dammit, I had it bad. I wondered what Charles would say. He’d know as soon as he saw the way I looked at him, I was sure. He could always tell when I had a crush.

There was a creaking sound from the next room, and all my attention zeroed in on it.

For a moment, I remembered that time after our first hookup, listening to Jonas come while I stroked myself in here, just as loud. My cheeks heated at the memory.

But this time, something even better happened.

Jonas left his room and a moment later, slipped into mine.

He didn't say anything, just slinked into my bed and my waiting arms and curled around me. I held him tight enough that he wouldn't get any ideas about leaving.

“All the videos we filmed together are doing really good,” he told me in a whisper. “They’re paying out like four times what my solo ones do.”

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded against my shoulder.

I waited, happiness bubbling inside me because he wanted to talk about this with me. Until now, he’d kept all the details to himself.

“I’m going to register for next semester to start my masters.”

“No way.”

“Uh huh. And I have your dick to thank for it.”

I laughed and squeezed him, absolutely certain that Jonas was the cutest person on the planet. Now that he didn’t hate me anymore, it was like his personality was finally matching that sweet face.

He chuckled softly and then lifted to face me, as though even though he couldn’t see me in the dark, he still wanted to try.

“I’ll split it with you,” he said softly. “Or give you a payout. Whatever you want.”

I was shaking my head before he even finished offering.

“I don’t need the money,” I said. “My parents help me.”

He hummed thoughtfully.

“That’s good,” he said. “You deserve it.”

My heart warmed.

“And you deserve to get through college as seamlessly as possible. If that means lending a dick, I really don’t mind.”

He laughed, relaxing back onto my shoulder.

“Oh, don’t you? What a relief,” he joked.

My hand stroked up his back absently as my mind wandered. It was hard to imagine this was the same Jonas from that party. The one that started it all with that stupid game… but, if I hadn’t asked him that question, it never would have gotten into my head the way it had. I wouldn’t have been obsessed with the idea of him filming himself… I doubted I would have walked in and helped him to it without the lead-up. I probably would have been too shocked.

“Are you ever going to tell me the real reason you used to hate me so much?” I asked.

My voice betrayed me by wavering on the words used to as it occurred to me that he had never said he’d changed his mind about me. But he was in my bed, snuggling, I reminded myself before he could answer.

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