“Bored?” he asks.
Of course, I’m bored. We never go anywhere and are always at home. Except once in a while when he takes me out to dinner, or we go for a drive. It’s like we don’t know what to do with ourselves in this new situation.
“Painfully bored,” I reply.
The most exciting thing that has happened to me in the past few days was finding a pretty flower petal at the back of the house. I had planned to show it to Alex, but it skipped my mind. When I went to look for it again, the petal was gone. I wonder how it got there, considering Alex doesn’t have a proper garden or any flowers planted.
Alex chuckles lightly, making my heart melt. I never hear him laugh so freely. It’s nice. I stare at him for a second, his beautiful hazel green eyes, his warm smile. In the past month,I’ve seen layers of Alex that he tries hard to keep from everyone else. It makes me wonder why he does so in the first place.
“We can talk, anything you want,” he tells me.
I ponder that for a moment before nodding. This might be the opening I’ve needed.
“Truth or dare,” I suggest. Excitement ruffles in my stomach as I think up something genius. “If you can’t answer a question or do a dare, you have to take off an article of clothing.”
Alex stares at me in shock. “You did not just suggest that. You, Fallon Wright?”
I roll my eyes. “Your idea of me is incredibly annoying. Alex. I’m not innocent, and I’m certainly not a saint. I lost my virginity at 18. I’m not this sweet angel that can do no wrong.”
He smiles. “Save it for the game.”
“Okay then, I’ll go first.” I take a deep breath before speaking. “Why did you take me in? Why are you taking care of me? Is this all because you feel responsible, or there’s something else you’re not telling me?”
He gives me a small smile. “Starting with the deep questions, I see.”
The next moment, he takes off his shirt. My eyes widen at the sudden amount of exposed skin. I stare at his very ripped body, suddenly grateful that he went into the Navy. He really is too sexy for his own good.
“My turn,” he states, distracting me from his chest. I look up at him, suddenly realizing that I’m wearing a baggy shirt, a tank top underneath, and shorts. This game just became more dangerous than I thought.
“Why are you fighting so hard to reconcile with your family? If they could throw you away so easily, then it probably means they don’t deserve you.”
I sigh softly as his question sinks in. “Because they’re my family, Alex. My parents. They might not be the best people, butthey’re the reason I’m here today. They raised me. How would you feel if our son or daughter grew up and decided to cut off all ties with us?”
“I would never let that happen,” he says assuredly. “And Mellissa and Jason cut ties with you. They’re the assholes in this scenario.”
I stare at him, unsure of what to say. I wish I could help him understand how I feel.
“Did I answer your question?” I ask instead.
He smirks. “Barely.”
“All right, my turn. When did you first have sex?”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s a pretty juvenile question, but I’ll answer regardless. I was 16, she was 18, and we did it in the back of my mom’s car,” he says with a smirk.
I shake my head. “As expected,’ I say dryly.
“I’m not going to ask you because I already know the full story. Gary Pimm, captain of the football team, senior prom. The both of you had been dating for all your senior year before you finally agreed to sex. You did it in your bedroom. There was music and scented candles.”
My jaw falls open. “H-how do you know that?”
“I’m best friends with your brother,” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest.
I don’t know who I want to murder more: my brother or Alex.
“Chill out. I thought it was cute,” Alex states.
I yell and move to wring his neck, but he intercepts me and catches my hands in his arm.