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"I dare you to blow a stranger in the club."

That dare is the start of it all.

When I agreed to play this childish game with my roommate, I didn't expect for my world to turn upside down. Meeting a hot, older man with a dad bod was the best part of my night. Finding out that hot, older man with a dad bod is my best friend's dad? Not as exciting.

Can we navigate exploring our undeniable connection while also keeping this secret from his son? Or will we be doomed to wonder what if?

Contents

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

7. Chapter 7

8. Chapter 8

9. Chapter 9

10. Chapter 10

11. Chapter 11

12. Epilogue- One Month Later

About RS McKenzie

Chapter 1

Derek

“Truth or dare?” my roommate singsongs in my ear when he comes into the bathroom as I’m fixing my hair.

“No,” I grumble, irritated beyond belief. I already don’t want to go out, already don’t want to be around loud music, and smoke-filled rooms, and people in general, but I promised my best friends I would go out with them. That was two weeks ago, and I wish I could go back in time and strangle myself. I’m not in a peopling kind of mood.

Bryson, my roommate, pouts. He’s a hot guy, twink-ish and stunning. And he knows it. That pout gets me every time. “Come on, Derek. You don’t ever want to have fun with me anymore. Ever since you and Atlas broke up, you’ve been in a funk.” As soon as he says it, his eyes go wide. “I’m so sorry. That wasn’t nice. Babe, I’m sorry.” He walks over to me and wraps his thin arms around my waist. “Forgive me, Dare.”

Sighing, I kiss the top of his head. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but the comment still stings.

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