Page 98 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

He'd made it clear he didn't like the way I stared at him and looking had done me no favours anyway, so I did my best to not even glance at him when he was around.

And now, the tables had turned.

I sat on the couch, wondering if I should just turn off the TV and go back to my room because I could feel Jonas' eyes on me. He seemed to be constantly staring. I kind of wanted him to go back to pretending I didn't exist.

Despite myself, I reached up, rubbing the back of my neck where his gaze was pricking my skin.

Then, even though I tried with all my might not to, I glanced over my shoulder.

Our eyes caught at once.

Jonas was sitting at the small dining table, just openly watching me, a somewhat curious look on his face, like he was wondering something.

When I looked at him, he didn't stop, or smile, or acknowledge me at all.

I opened my mouth, realized I had nothing to say, and then turned back around, my cheeks hot.

For a minute longer, I sat there, then reached for the remote, shutting off the show I was watching, intending to go hide in my room and read, or do basically anything to get away.

I didn't get far, though. Before I could even stand up, Jonas was suddenly sliding into the seat next to me, his eyes still pinned on me.

"Hey," he said.

I froze, unable to form words, instead just waiting for more.

He glanced away finally, seeming to search for something to say.

"So... remember the other night?"

I shrank a bit.

Oh fuck. He wanted to talk about it?

Was it too late to run?

"What about it?" I finally managed.

He picked at a loose strand on the couch, not looking at me.

"Wanna do it again?" he asked.

I blinked, my heart suddenly beating like I was running.

"What?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes and met my gaze again, looking a little annoyed.

"You heard me," he said, a little harder. "I assume you liked it. I thought you'd want to do it again. Or do you want to pretend you didn't come all over my ass?"

Jesus. Even when asking for sex, he was still a fucking asshole.

"Well?" he asked when I didn't answer.

I glared.

"Why would I do you a favour?" I demanded hotly and this time, his eyes nearly rolled out of his head.

"You get to fuck me," he said. "Duh."

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