Page 59 of Trustfall

I open the door to let her through, checking out her ass as she passes by me.

“Food will be here in thirty minutes,” I say absentmindedly. I'm still drooling as I watch her bend over in the hallway closet to get her favorite blanket.

“Sounds good. What are we watching?” she asks as she closes the closet and curls up with it on the couch. It occurs to me how natural this all feels. She said she doesn’t want anything serious, but we’ve been practically living together for the past few days. I don’t care what she says. We’re dating.

Not publicly because she still refuses to be seen with me for fear of running into Nate. But she sleeps in my bed every night. We eat meals together. She knows where everything is in my house. Sounds like dating to me. But she still won’t fucking talk to me about what’s been going on, and it’s driving me crazy. So I thought of an idea. It may not be foolproof, but it has the potential to help her open up.

I grab a couple of beers from the fridge and hop on the couch next to her. “Actually, I thought we could play a game while we wait for the food.”

“Okay…” she says, but she seems skeptical. “Why do I feel like the game is going to have the word ‘strip’ in it?”

I let out a low chuckle. “You’re smart, Emory Caldwell. Real smart. But you don’t know everything.”

She groans and rolls her eyes.

“It’s calledDisrobeTruth or Dare. See, it doesn’t have the word strip in it. You either answer the question, do the dare, or remove an article of clothing.”

She looks unsure at first, but then her smile grows mischievous.

“Okay, fine. How does someone win?”

“When the other person is completely naked.”

She thinks about it for a second. “And what does the winner get?”

“Whatever he wants.”

“Or she,” Emory clarifies.

“Or she,” I confirm. “You up for it?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” she says flatly, but I can see the excitement dancing behind her eyes.

“Ladies first,” I say, gesturing to her.

“Okay. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How many women have you slept with?”

Fuck, I was not expecting that. I’m not ashamed of my sexual past by any means, but I also can’t see anything good coming from divulging that particular piece of information to Emory. I decide to fuck with her a little instead, moving my hands gently over the hem of my shirt and pulling it up slightly. She looks at me expectantly, and I don’t think she’s even aware that she’s licking her lips. I continue to pull it up, showing a shadow of my abs, but then I pull it back down, bending down to take off a sock. I place the sock on her lap, and she looks at me like I just kicked her puppy.

“Truth or dare, Em?” I ask.

She rolls her eyes, clearly not impressed by my performance.

“Dare,” she says confidently.

I knew she would do that. Anything to keep from talking to me.

“Call Allie and tell her you threw up in her bathroom earlier.”

She laughs and shakes her head, then taps her phone, bringing it up to her ear. She tells Allie that she was in such a rush, she forgot to wipe the toilet seat after it happened. I can hear Allie's yelling through the phone from where I'm sitting. Emory finally admits that it was a dare, but Allie continues to yell until Em just shrugs and hangs up the phone.

We go back and forth a few more times, but Emory picks dare every time. She does every single one of them too. She doesn’t bat an eye at ringing Mrs. Peterson’s doorbell and running away. She winks at me before downing a shot of Tabasco sauce. She even blocks her phone number and leaves Nate a voicemail pretending to be a girl he knocked up. I would feel bad about that one, except for the fact that Emory is terrible at disguising her voice, so there’s no way Nate is going to buy it.

I switch between truth and dare, mostly picking truth. By the time the food arrives, I’ve lost my other sock and my shirt thanks to Emory’s insistence on delving into my past sex life. She, on the other hand, is still fully dressed.

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