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I try to sound light “Let’selse we do It’s easier Truth or Dare”

“Truth Because you’re dying for me to say dare”

“What are the pencil codes in your planner? Is it for HR?”

He scowls “What’s the dare?”

His scent is fogging spicily around me The plush, warm couch conspires to tip me closer to his lap

“You even need to ask?”

He stands up, and stands me up too My hands curl into the waistband of his jeans and I feel nothing but firainst the backs of

“We can’t start this tonight” He takes ers out of his jeans

“Why not?” I think I’

“I’ to need a little more time”

“It’s only ten thirty” I follow him to the front door

“You’ve toldtis

“How long?”

“A long tier”

My knees knock together His eyes crinkle