Page 142 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Teddy,” I whisper as he seems to settle back into sleep. “TK. Wake up.”

His eyes flutter open and rise to mine with a sweet, almost dopey smile on his lips. “Mornin’.”

I raise a brow and roll onto my side. “Morning? That’s all you have to say?”

There’s that ugly little laugh as his nose crinkles. “Sounds like a good start when you wake up with a cute boy in your bed.”

“TK,” I groan, rubbing my face into the pillow before yanking it free and tossing it at his face.

He only laughs harder and stuffs it under his own head. “Dash.”

The way he’s looking at me, eyes all soft and peaceful, it kicks my anxious heart into overdrive.

“Um, TK—Teddy—I don’t… Did we…?”

His eyes light up even more, smile widening.

“Have sex?” He chuckles, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. “No, Dash.”

He looks way too happy about that.

“Then, why are we naked?”

When he looks away, I swear his gaze roams my body, and I’m all too aware just how much of us is on display for each other.

Not that it should matter. I’ve been naked in front of TK more times than I can count. We shower together half the time for god’s sake.

“Hmm.” His eyes find their way back to my face, and he looks just as calm and at ease as ever. “Because we took some more pictures. For the thread. You fell asleep while I was posting them…”

Ice cold absolute terror flood my veins.

“There’s photos of us… naked… in bed… on your social media?” I sit up and scrub a hand through my messy, black curls. “Kai is going to kill me, you know that right? He’s going to bench my ass all season and we’re gonna lose like hell because I hate to say it but Jonas is a shit Goaltender.”

TK’s lips are pressed together, but there’s pure amusement in his eyes—glistening like the dew covered field at an early practice.

“If I want to get into a good college, the reps have to see me play, Teddy!”

“Dash.” TK puts a hand on my chest, and I’m flooded with the memory of his chest at my back, his lips playfully nipping at my neck, and his warm palm wrapped around my cock.

Even with this whole embarrassing conversation, I’m still hard as a rock.

“Dash.” His hand falls to my hip as he pushes himself up. My cock twitches, and I hope like hell he doesn’t notice. “I can delete them. Before Kai sees.”

He digs around the bed until he finds his phone, quietly scrolling and unknowingly making my heart pound like it might damn well jump ship and run away. TK is most expressive when he’s lost in thought, and now is no different. The way his brow furrows and his tongue peeks out between his lips. How a softness that I’ve only ever seen him possess comes over him just before his eyes meet mine.

“I’d never let him bench you, you know.”

I’m not blushing. That’s not damn near the sweetest thing this knucklehead has ever said to me.

“Oh, just let me see them.”

He readily hands over the phone, and goddammit the first thing I see is a comment from Kai—I hope you two remembered condoms; you better not be too sore for practice—and an image that will be seared in my brain for eternity.

It’s TK and I in this exact bed. We’re both shirtless. My neck and chest are covered in little, red splotches—hickeys!—but that’s not what has a vice grip around my heart. It’s that in the picture I’m clutching the back of TK’s head; He has an arm hooked around my neck with the other reaching below as if he’s jerking me. I know he isn’t, because TK isn’t a liar, and if he says we didn’t sleep together, then we didn’t.

“We kissed?” I ask, staring at the unmistakable image of our lips locked together.

TK shrugs. “We were playing around. It happened.”

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