Page 156 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

TK

Kai only lets me go back to the dorms when he’s convinced I’m neither injured or a danger to others anymore. ‘A danger’ loosely means I don’t plan on picking a fight with random students on campus because I’m pissed off.

It’s dark when I finally walk back to campus from the pizza place Kai dragged me off to after the nurse’s office. If anyone can make me pour my frustrations into a cheese and pasta covered triangle, it’s Kai. But now instead of angry I’m just plain exhausted.

Dash is definitely waiting in our room, and hitting that first concrete step to the building has embarrassment washing over me and freezing me on the spot.

I had Dash Holden’s cock in my mouth.

I tasted him.

I gave into that physical need to stop the constant aching in my chest.

If I go up there, we’re going to have to talk about it. My feelings. My indecisiveness. Whether or not I can keep the part of me closed off that’s fallen hard for this goofball or if I have to backtrack again and tell him it was a one time blip.

The last thing I care about right now is getting laid.

What I need is Dash to throw an arm around my shoulder and be his brilliant sunshine self. Bright ideas and grand distractions. Making people laugh is one of his finer qualities, and I could use that right about now.

I could also maybe use his mouth. The way he kisses like I already belong to him. Like this isn’t a secret pass time we’ve picked up in the last few weeks but something ingrained in us over the years.

Falling in like with Dash is some kind of cosmic accident. A cruel joke of sorts, honestly.

Sixteen year old me had only just realized what it meant to jerk off to the thoughts of my older brother’s best friend and the guys on my team.

It’s not like my parents were together to see what a healthy romantic relationship was like. Link never brought anyone home except for Jaxon. I figured most people were attracted to masculine builds and gruff voices.

Having Kai as a best friend meant he had no qualms talking about which boy he wanted to chase on the playground and play tonsil hockey with. Or which football player he’d kill to corner in the locker room.

When a new player transferred in a few months after me, Kai couldn’t have been more excited to stick him in my room and tell me I’d understand his sex-crazed antics once I met the guy.

I had a lot of feelings about Dash from the get-go.

Annoyed. Perplexed. Enamored. Entertained. Aroused.

The ‘can’t stand’ to ‘fuck I really like his presence’ pipeline was short and speedy, because by the time winter break came around, Kai could smell the attraction with his impeccable gay-sense.

“Dash is like sex personified, perfect for a full on sexual awakening.”

And we can see how that’s worked out for me so far.

I like the physical connection. The things he does to my body are incredible. But it wouldn’t hurt to scale back and see if there can be more to us than just orgasms.

My phone rings in my pocket, and it’s a toss up of who it could be, because only three people really ever call me. I peek at the screen and immediately roll my eyes, shoving it back into my jacket.

Link.

Because he can drop a bombshell like that on me and expect things to be all honkey dorey.

If I haven’t answered your last seventeen messages, what makes you think I’m going to answer this one?

Home life has been complicated since our parent’s split when I was seven, but there’s been one constant: I’ve always had Link. When Kai went off to this private academy and I went to the same trashy public school Link did, he took care of me. Even if it made him look uncool or if people made fun of him—he was my big brother, and he wasn’t afraid for anyone to know it.

“Hey.”

I jump from where I’m sitting on the bottom step of the walkway to the building. Dash is sitting a few steps above me, elbows resting on his knees, and chin propped in his hand.

“How long have you been there?”

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