Love Me Tender, chapter 8
"Ashley, Truth or Dare?" Ryan leaned forward so his face was only an inch or two from mine. Then he leaned forward slowly, and I thought he was going to kiss me. And then he whispered in to my ear.
"Truth... Or Dare?" he leaned back after he spoke. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine and butterflies burst in my stomach. I licked my dry lips and whispered "Dare."
Ryan smirked, the corner of his mouth rising smugly. Ugh. He was good at looking smug, indifferent, confident. He crossed his arms, as if deciding what he would dare me to do. His eyes suddenly shone slightly, and I knew he had reached a decision.
"I dare you... To straddle Brendon and make out with him," I stared at Ryan.
Did he actually expect me to do that?
I like Brendon and all, but I wouldn't make out with him. Oh no. God no. Brendon is totally off-limits. He's Nikki's. To make out with Brendon would be to dive blindfolded into uncharted, shark infested waters.
Besides, I'm a sucker for romance. A kiss should result from true love, not a few perverted teenagers locked in a hotel room.
Jeez. When I put it that way...
"On second thought, I chose Truth," I felt myself blush. Ugh. Wimp.
"Oh no. Now you have to go through with the Dare," Ryan's look of smug joy intensified.
"No I will not. That would be sacrificing my honor. I do not give away my favors."
Ryan nodded, and chuckled smugly. He licked his lips, and in the dim light, I saw his eyes flicker up to Nikki for a moment. Just for drama, we had turned off all the lights and sat on the ground. The only light came from a candle on the ground. However, there was enough light that I could see Ryan look back at me.
"Would you rather kiss me?"
"Truth... Or Dare?" he leaned back after he spoke. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine and butterflies burst in my stomach. I licked my dry lips and whispered "Dare."
Ryan smirked, the corner of his mouth rising smugly. Ugh. He was good at looking smug, indifferent, confident. He crossed his arms, as if deciding what he would dare me to do. His eyes suddenly shone slightly, and I knew he had reached a decision.
"I dare you... To straddle Brendon and make out with him," I stared at Ryan.
Did he actually expect me to do that?
I like Brendon and all, but I wouldn't make out with him. Oh no. God no. Brendon is totally off-limits. He's Nikki's. To make out with Brendon would be to dive blindfolded into uncharted, shark infested waters.
Besides, I'm a sucker for romance. A kiss should result from true love, not a few perverted teenagers locked in a hotel room.
Jeez. When I put it that way...
"On second thought, I chose Truth," I felt myself blush. Ugh. Wimp.
"Oh no. Now you have to go through with the Dare," Ryan's look of smug joy intensified.
"No I will not. That would be sacrificing my honor. I do not give away my favors."
Ryan nodded, and chuckled smugly. He licked his lips, and in the dim light, I saw his eyes flicker up to Nikki for a moment. Just for drama, we had turned off all the lights and sat on the ground. The only light came from a candle on the ground. However, there was enough light that I could see Ryan look back at me.
"Would you rather kiss me?"
