Page 22 of Becoming His
Ray gasped as I stared at the floor to calls of 'Do it! Do it!' from around me, and I stood, my legs wobbling.How was I going to convince a stranger to kiss me?I felt arms on my waist before being spun around to face no other than Reuben Fenton.
"You're welcome," he whispered as he pulled me close to him, his mouth on mine. My head spun when he kissed me, the taste of beer strong in his mouth. He wrapped his strong arms around me as people around us shouted and clapped. I kissed him back before pulling away, my eyes wide as he grinned at me.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? It could have been much worse. You looked terrified" He kissed the top of my head as he walked away, swigging his beer. I stood, unable to move. I turned back to the crowd as Ray stared at me open-mouthed. I shrugged as I walked away, not wanting to face her questions right now.
"What the fuck was that?"
Oh god.
"I didn't want to play, so don't start with me, Bailey."
He followed me to the beach, his hand on my arm as he turned toward me, his blue eyes flashing with anger.
"Your first kiss was with me, and your second is with my brother? Wow. So tell me,Annabelle.Which of us was better?"
I pulled my arm away from him as I felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Really? It was adare.He kissed me anyway."
He raised his eyebrows as he walked toward me.
"That's not an answer."
"You want me to tell you which of you was the better kisser? What is this, the school playground? It was a dare."
He stared at me, his eyes unblinking as he clenched his jaw. His hair shone in the sunlight, and I gazed at him.
"Right then. I dare you to kiss me."
I laughed nervously, the wind blowing my hair as I walked toward him.
"Bailey, this is ridiculous."
He grabbed my hand then, pulling me back towards the crowd, my eyes wide as he pushed me into the center of the game.
"What the hell are you–" I hissed as he folded his arms.
"Truth or dare."
The crowd fell silent as a girl complained it was her turn but quickly stopped when she saw Bailey and me in the center. I gaped at him, and he smirked at me.
"Bailey—"
"Truth or dare?" He repeated calmly, his arms folding over his broad chest.
I stared at him, knowing I had to answer but not knowing what to choose.
Fuck.
"Truth,” I said, meeting his eyes.
He smiled as though he knew I would say that.
"Who was the better kisser, me or my brother?"
I heard a gasp ripple through the crowd as my mouth fell open. Is headmitting to kissing me? Why?
I searched for Ray in the crowd but couldn't see her, desperate for someone to save me.
