Page 13 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Alex was my boyfriend now, and as much as he’d like to think I was used to taking all that meat, I was still surprised every single time it went anywhere near my ass. It might’ve been a little bit of shock from the sheer girth of it, like looking at the price after it’s already in your basket, I was going to pay for it.

We joked about it a lot, and it led to us experimenting and figuring out which lubes worked best, and which ones had the staying power because there was nothing worse than him getting his cock all lubed and then tacky and dry while he’s halfway inside me.

It was going to be one of the last nights we spent together before summer. He was heading home, down south, and I was going south too, but not too south to be considered from the south. It’s an English thing, and always up for debate where the south ends and the north begins.

Alex cuddled up against me, kissing my neck.

“You know there’s a double room going here for next year,” he said.

“A double bed, yes please.” Sleeping and fucking on a single bed should’ve been an Olympic sport, and with the practice we’d both gotten in, we were aiming for that gold star.

“No, I mean, for us,” he said. “If you want, I don’t want to move too fast.”

Morgan had floated the idea of next year and what that would mean for our living arrangements. That was a decision I’d need to make quite soon. I knew there was no taking him away from here, and I couldn’t see myself living amongst all these rugby lads either.

“It was a stupid idea,” he said in my silence.

“No, not stupid. It’s a thought. I—I’d like to live with you, we basically already are, I’m always either here or at mine, and you’re always with me.”

Moving in together, both as university students would probably be the test of all tests.

“Just think about it,” he said. “Because a double bed would be nice.”

“And it’s for two people.”

“Usually, double beds fit two—”

I turned around to toy fight with him. He knew full well what I was talking about.

“Yes, one of the third-year rugby lads was living in there with his girlfriend, it’s a bit more expensive, but if we’re living together, we’ll half the rent.”

Absorbing the information he was putting out; I didn’t know what to think. I’d have to run it by Morgan, but the idea of living with him, playing house in a way, that gave me butterflies.

I stared into his eyes, reflecting the miniscule amounts of light let in through the curtain. “I’m gonna say yes, but we’d need to set some rules.”

“Like, cuddles, every single night, and saying I love you, to each other before we go to sleep.”

My bottom lip quivered. “I love you.”

“Oh, are we going to sleep?”

“No, is that the first time we—”

“Sober, probably,” he said, kissing at my cheek after missing my mouth. “We’ve said it drunk. Remember, it was when you came and hit the wall.”

Which had left a small stain at the time and after thorough cleaning, was no longer there. “And you meant it then?”

“Yeah, then, now, and for as long as we’re cuddling.”

I squeezed him tight. “Then I’m never letting go of you.” His body was so warm, my personal radiator bodyguard, sleeping at the edge of the bed and near the door. It was trouble waiting to happen, but it was love.

He slipped his leg between mine. “Another rule,” he said. “No socks in bed. Are you a serial killer?”

“But my feet.”

He was talented, rolling my socks down my ankles to remove them.

“They’re gonna get cold,” I said, pouting, even though he probably couldn’t fully make out what my mouth was doing.

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