Page 151 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“You’d let me be the one to take your virginity? If we were both into it?”

Trust Dash to not just let it go, but I’d rather he ask me now then bottle it up and pester me about it with prying ears. My sexuality itself isn’t a secret, but I’d rather not be ribbed about my lack of experience by the entire school.

“If you were genuinely interested in me? Yeah, Dash.”

There’s a familiar longing in his eyes. Not the kind I’ve ever seen in someone else, but one I’ve felt deep in my bones for years. A spark waiting to kindle.

“Truth or dare?”

Dash’s eyes crinkle, and his tongue peeks out in concentration. “Truth.”

When will I learn to let sleeping dogs lie? To not ask for more than I can realistically take? Masochism at its finest.

“Could you see yourself in love with me?”

Chapter 5

Dash

Could you see yourself in love with me?

It’s been a week since I stared slack-jawed, unable to come up with an answer, and TK had merely laughed it off.

If he’d asked about sex, I could have answered in a heartbeat.

I’m into his body without question.

But in love? Like holding hands on dates? Like pulling him into my lap while we’re hanging out with our friends? It’s strange. Not necessarily bad, but definitely strange.

He’s been a little weird since then, but ultimately it’s like we never fooled around to begin with. Other than all the random boners I get any time I catch him changing or coming back from the showers.

I figure burning some testosterone on the field will help remedy that problem.

But practice is anything but typical, and instead of me burning off the overbearing desire, it seems like TK is the one with aggression in spades.

I’ve never seen Teddy Kingsley get into a knock out drag out before. All of his snark is humorous and casual—as annoying as it is. So tell me why a half hour into practice Kai is pressing TK into the dirt with a split lip and TK shouting curse words I didn’t even know the dude knew.

“Cool the hell down,” Kai hisses as I jog across the field, leveling me with a glare of caution as I approach.

“What’s going on?” I prop my hands on my hips and peer down, meeting TK’s gaze contorted with frustration for only a second before he looks away.

“Nothing,” they both say at the same time, and Kai lets out a heavy sigh. “You good, man?”

Kai lifts his arm from where he’s been pinning TK’s shoulders to the ground, and TK slumps against the grass, head turned away from us.

“I’m fine.”

“Course you are.” Kai pushes to his feet, rubbing the dirt off his knees and clapping me on the back. “Dash. Take TK in and look him over. Make him go to the nurse if he needs to. Think he may have twisted his ankle in the scuffle.”

TK rolls his eyes hard and pushes into a sitting position. “You wish. You don’t have to bench me. I’m calm. I’m fine.”

Kai crouches down and flicks him across the forehead. “You wish, stubborn. Take the day. Let your friend take care of you. You’ve still got steam coming out of your ears.”

For all the aggression that had to have led to the altercation, TK doesn’t put up a fight as he gets to his feet, wincing slightly at the pressure.

Taking that as my cue, I reach to put an arm around TK, but he shrugs me off. There’s a bit of an apologetic twist to his frown, but he crosses his arms and walks away without a word. Kai’s expression is pinched as he hooks his thumb towards the building.

Looks like I’m benched today, too.

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