Page 123 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Sighing, I flop on my bed and pull my phone out. Even though Evan is my best friend, I know I’m going to end up seeing Keith again. He’s handsome, and everything I look for in a man—not to mention that he has a delicious, thick cock. No way will I let him get away from me.

Me: What building are you located in?

He doesn’t respond right away, so I busy myself with pulling out some study material and get started on cramming for my sociology exam in a week.

Twenty minutes later, my phone dings and I grab it quickly, almost dropping it in my rush to get it unlocked. I smile when I see the initial I saved him under pop up on my notification screen.

K: Building 1608. You?

My hands shake and my heart thumps in my chest. We’re in the same building, but I didn’t see anyone moving in. He may be on the other side.

Me: Me too! What apartment number?

K: 211.

Yep, he’s on the other side. One side is even numbers, and the other is odd. I live on the odd side. The apartments are labeled by the odd or even side, floor, and apartment location. So Keith lives on the even side, first floor, in the first apartment. I’m on the odd side, second floor, in the third apartment.

Me: 123. Really easy to remember.

The conversation lulls for a moment and Keith doesn’t text me back for another few minutes. I mean, what did I expect him to say? I just told him my apartment number. Maybe I should have said something else after? Is he expecting me to pick another topic of conversation? Ugh! I’m terrible at this.

Groaning, I flop back on the bed, throwing a hand over my eyes. I’m not terrible at flirting, but the stakes haven’t been this high before. I’m not sure where things will go with him. Sure, I’d like there to be more than us… hanging out or whatever we plan to do, but Evan is my best friend. So nothing will come of it after we’ve had our fill of each other. That should make things easier, knowing that things won’t get too deep between us.

But it’s the opposite.

I can’t help but think that I’m ready to settle down and be with one man. I’m not sure if Keith is that man, but our chemistry from the one time we were together was explosive. I want to explore more of that, but not for just a few months.

Am I willing to lose my best friend to be with his dad? Would Keith be willing to lose his son to be with me? Will we be enough for each other, knowing that if we lose Evan, it’s because of our own doing?

Before I sink too deeply into that rabbit hole, my phone dings with a text.

K: Step outside.

With my heart in my throat, I scramble out of bed, glad that Bryson has to work tonight. It would just be my luck that he saw the hot stranger from the club and found out said hot stranger is actually the hot dad of our other best friend.

Quickly, I check myself in our hall mirror—for once happy that Bryson insisted we get one—and step outside, looking left and right. I see Keith leaning against the banister just to the right of the door. He has his hands in his jeans pockets and a shy smile on his face. I grin back, walking over to him slowly.

“Hey,” he says in a deep voice that I don’t think I won’t always find sexy as hell.

“Hey yourself,” I squeak out, sounding way less sexy than him. I feel my cheeks flame, but I don’t drop my eyes.

I step beside him and lean against the banister as well. We’re quiet for a moment, just soaking up each other’s energy and presence. Finally, he glances down at me. “Were you serious about helping me move in, or was that some kind of line?”

Laughing, I bump his biceps with my shoulder. “No, it wasn’t a line. Though I was thinking more of ‘you unpack and I’ll keep you company’.”

It’s Keith’s turn to laugh. “That’s what I figured. Come on, I could use the company now. Evan won’t be over until after his study hall.”

Uneasiness settles in my gut at the mention of Evan’s name, but it’s not enough to make me turn down the invitation. “Let me grab my keys.”

Rushing inside, I grab my keys and cell phone. I step into a pair of slides and walk out the door, locking up before I waltz over to Keith. “Ready?”

Stupidly, I hold up my keys and my phone, like he didn’t already see them.

“Ready.” I was way more smooth than this when I thought I wasn’t going to see him again.

Much to my surprise, Keith grabs my hand and pulls me behind him, and I follow him eagerly.

Our apartments are set up much the same, just backwards. Where my kitchen is on the left, Keith’s is on the right. The master bedroom is the same, down a hallway on the left as opposed to the right. It’s easy to remember.

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