Page 40 of Truth or Dare

“You know why.”

My heart thundered, blood pounding in my ears, the truth right on the edge of my lips.

“Then dump him and go out with me.”

I swallowed hard, voice barely steady. “I can’t.”

Silence filled the line, stretching long enough to make me second-guess everything. Finally, he spoke, his tone edged with frustration. “It’s not that you can’t, Presley. It’s that you don’t want to. You’d rather play it safe, be the queen. You don’t even realize…”

“Realize what?” I asked, grip tightening on the wheel.

“How loved you really are. It’s not Evan who makes you… it’s you.”

“Hudson…” My voice faltered. “Our whole year was planned out—next year too.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “Is that what you want?”

“No… I don’t know what I want.”

I sighed loudly. “Fine. I’ll spend a day with you. How about Sunday?”

“Saturday?”

“I’m not free on Saturdays until Halloween week.”

“Perfect,” I said, feeling a smile creep onto my face. “I can give you your birthday present then.”

He laughed, softening. “You think I’d forget your birthday? Hell no.”

My heart flipped. “Huddy… can we set aside some time to talk? Maybe Friday night?”

He snorted. “Sure. Not like I have much going on with this suspension.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“What about him?”

“Don’t say it like that,” I warned. “Evan is off-limits.”

His tone turned ice-cold. “Tomorrow, then.”

The call ended, and I sat there a moment, gathering myself, before driving off toward Evan’s house, my mind tangled in a thousand things I couldn’t untangle.

Evan’s handsslid under my sweater, his lips trailing along my neck as he unzipped my jeans. Our trig homework lay forgotten, and the movie droned on in the background, a faint reminder of the world beyond this room.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, voice low and rough. A shiver raced through me, and though every nerve in my body was on fire, a wave of hesitation surfaced. If I let things go further, there would be no turning back.

“Not tonight,” I murmured, steadying myself.

He nodded, slipping a hand into my jeans, his touch both gentle and insistent as his teeth grazed over my sweater, teasing my nipple. I gasped when his fingers dipped into my slickness, bringing them to his mouth to taste. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured, his voice nearly a growl.

His fingers found my swollen clit, and he began to rub in slow, tight circles. My hips moved with his rhythm as his mouth captured mine, his tongue brushing against mine inan unspoken invitation. The heat between us built, quick and intense, until my back arched, and a moan escaped.

“Evan…” I breathed, nearly undone.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” he murmured, his fingers coaxing me along until my body went limp, a dazed smile on my lips.

“Thank you,” I managed, my cheeks flushed.

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