Page 12 of Truth or Dare, Cinderfella?

you’re messaging me the typing dots? What does that mean?!

Cielo

Just making sure you were done gushing over Shane and seeing if you were actually going to give me any of the tea. But since you’re not…

Miles

Brat

Cielo

Never going to find your Prince with an attitude like that ;)

For all I knew, Cielo didn’t even have Shane’s number. I couldn’t remember them talking to each other at the party outside of the game, but I’d only had eyes for Shane from the moment we met.

Miles

You might as well send him my address, then he can come try me on for size himself!

Cielo sent me a row of crying-laughing emojis, and I tossed myself onto the daybed I also used as a couch. Back to square one.

The conversation got me nothing, and I was nowhere closer to seeing Shane again. I’d saved the image of him from his work website, and I had possibly rubbed one out to his picture once. Or maybe twice. A day.

Ugh, I was gone over a guy I had shared less than an hour and one blow job with. Sure, I’d been so hot for him I came without any help, but how could I be so addicted after only one taste?

Maybe Shane Long had magic jizz.

The idea made me snort, then full-on body laugh, until I got up and started drawing a character with a giant, magical penis whose jizz could make a man come with one taste, but had the side effect of being highly addictive. It was lucky I didn’t have roommates, or even a pet… I would be getting serious side-eye at how I randomly laughed over my own work.

While I drew, time slipped by without me noticing, until a knock at my door had me lifting my head and rubbing at my tired eyes. The sky was almost fully dark outside, and I wondered if there was a delivery I forgot I had ordered. Sometimes, middle-of-the-night Miles bought things as a surprise for daytime Miles.

Stretching out my achy limbs after being hunched over for hours, I made my way across the small but open space. I’d been trying to distract myself from thinking about Shane by cleaning, but it gave my brain too much time to dwell on our time together, and kept leading to me pulling out my box of toys… Priorities, right?

Not that a delivery person would notice or even care about the cleanliness of a random stop in the city. But since my whole place was visible from the door, I was glad it wasn’t a pigsty.

Unlatching my lock, I opened the door and immediately looked towards the floor to see what was left there. Instead of a box or delivery bag, I found brown leather shoes. They were too nice for a postman, and the bootcut jeans in a faded blue led my eyes upward. I followed the line to thick thighs, trying to ignore the impressive bulge, all the way up to a black t-shirt and broad shoulders before I fully processed the roses in the man’s hand.

I did have a delivery, but it was more personal than random late-night shopping.

Shane Long was standing at my door, a small, shy smile on his lips while I stood there, speechless. He was even hotter than I remembered, and I wasn’t sure my mind hadn’t finally decided to detach from reality until he spoke. “Hi, Miles.”

Shit, he was really in front of me. I needed to say something. “Guh.” Fuck,words, Miles. I cleared my throat, “Hey.”

We looked at each other, both of us awkward, but I could feel how the tension between us still had that spark of chemistry I’d felt from our first meeting. Shane ran one hand through his hair, which looked a little longer in only the two weeks since I’d last seen him. His five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell, too.

Wiping at my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling, I finally remembered my manners. “Want to come in?”

“Sure,” Shane nodded and stepped inside for me to close the door. Our bodies ended up only inches apart in the tight entrance, and damn, he smelled good. I could bathe in his delicious man-musk, overlaid with a clean, freshly showered scent. Then he said, “So, I saw your Sunday comic.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out, stepping back to clear my head. I couldn’t tell from his tone or expression if he was upset about inspiring a very public sharing of his personal details.

“Yeah, that’s how the story was supposed to end,” Shane gave me a crooked smirk and I swear I swooned.

Wait, did that mean—did Shane come over to fuck me? And how did he know where I lived? I’d been wanting to connect with him, and asked Cielo to share my number, but still. It was time for rational Miles to come out and get a few things straight.

“How did you find me?”

“Cielo said you wanted me to have your contact information…including your address,” Shane stepped back and leaned against the edge of my kitchen counter, setting the roses down there before crossing his arms and dropping the smile. “Is this too much? Me coming here? I should have texted first.”

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