Page 113 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“That asshole,” he muttered.

“I still shouldn’t have called him that. I know his being a pervert doesn’t have to do with his sexuality. I’m sorry you heard me say it. I never would normally. I was just lashing out, I guess, and had nothing else to use—”

Jonas kissed me to shut me up.

It didn’t work.

“Does this mean that you finally like me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said firmly and kissed me again.

“And you forgive me for back then?”

“Yes. Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

“Just sleep?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Mm hm. No offence, but you looked tired tonight. I’ve been keeping you up too much.”

He kissed me one more time, his lips soft and lingering, and then snuggled into my side, his arms tight around my waist.

“We always have tomorrow,” he whispered.

It was a simple statement, but it held so much more promise than anything I could ever remember being told.

Jonas wasn’t brushing me off anymore. He was expecting something, even if it was just one more day of us.

I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would hold.

Epilogue

Jonas

Iglanced across the yard, my gaze fixing on Peter for the hundredth time.

There was something about seeing him in my family home, in my parents’ backyard, spending time with my loved ones that made my insides flutter.

"I've never seen you like this," my mom mused, and I blushed, suddenly remembering that I had been talking to her.

I met her smiling eyes and shrugged self-consciously.

"Yeah, well..." I didn't know what to say.

"I guess you never met anyone you felt like this for?" she guessed.

I wanted to argue, but the last two months had been the best I'd ever had. Living with Peter, being maybe, possibly even loved by him, made me feel like I was stronger and more whole than I had ever been.

"Who knew Charles' little bestie would mess me up so bad?” I muttered, and she laughed.

“Well, he is super cute,” she argued.

I chuckled, grabbed two beers out of the cooler next to us, and gave her a look.

"Excuse me, I have to go stake my claim."

She laughed and let me go.

I wove through my little cousins as they ran around, avoided talking to my aunt by pretending I didn't see her there, and finally reached Peter and Charles where they were sitting in the lounge chairs under the big sycamore tree.

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