Page 150 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I know he does. Because every time I state the opposite, it just goes right over his pretty little airhead. God, does that make me like him a little bit more, though.

“Haven’t we?”

I sigh. “Sure, it’s fun. I told you before. I like you. Sex with you is better than any sex I can imagine.”

That megawatt smile practically glows, and I hate to have to dim it down.

“I like you, too. And I already told you I’m into fooling around. So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I don’t want a fuck-buddy.” The words leave my throat on a rasp, and I see the confusion in Dash’s eyes immediately. “I want a boyfriend. The whole romance experience. Not just sex in a supply closet.”

“Oh…” There it is: the excitement dimming. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me push you to—”

I can’t stand his stupid rambling. Can’t stand the regret forming in his words or the sincerity in his eyes. My hands are on his face, lips crashing into his before he says something that inadvertently breaks my heart.

The kiss starts strong but quickly becomes a ghost of a touch, mingled breaths passing between parted lips.

“I like you, dingus,” I say with all the courage in my chest. “In the boyfriend kind of way. In the ‘I’ve jerked off to seeing you naked’ kind of way. In the ‘now that I’ve seen your dick, I can’t help but think about it inside me’ kind of way.”

Over the last two years, what I’ve learned is you have to be direct with Dash. Boulder to the head level direct.

The stunned silence isn’t surprising, but the chilled fingers on my cheeks and the soft brush of our mouths is.

“I’d make a horrible boyfriend.”

“You’d sure be an infuriating one.”

He smiles, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s a delicate moment. One I want to rest in for a few seconds more.

“You want this to stop?”

I never want it to stop.

“I think it has to.”

“Because you like me. In the ‘hold my hand and introduce me as your boyfriend’ way?” He says it cheeky with a chuckle thrown in.

“You’re an asshole.” I finally put some distance between us, and Dash doesn’t fight me on it. “I can’t keep going and pretend this doesn’t mean more than it is. It can’t mean more to me.”

“I get it. Won’t lie; I want to keep kissing and getting off with you, but I understand where you’re coming from.”

Dash might be a goofball, but he’s a kind and understanding one.

“Thanks. Don’t let it be weird. I wanted this just as much as you did.”

“Does that mean you’re also thinking about how much you want to kiss me again?”

I have to hold in the groan and shake my head. “Dash.”

“If you think I’m not going to tease you over this, you’re wrong.” The dimple on his right side pops, and at least I know he won’t make things awkward.

As I reach for the door to submerge us back into the status quo, Dash clamps his fingers around my wrist. I glance back, and he offers me a sweet, dazzling smile that makes my heart twinge.

“You’re a good friend,” I say, holding back the urge to sneak in one last kiss.

“Gross,” he says back, stepping forward and brushing his lips over my cheek. “Truth or dare, Sunshine?”

My lips twitch. “Truth.”

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