Page 106 of Game Night: Truth or Dare
But then, he’d arrived and had been friendly if distant for about ten minutes before dragging Charles off to the house.
After a while, I’d followed to see where they had gone and heard it all from the next room.
Charles hadn’t defended me or Professor Gordon, either. He’d just listened to Peter while he ranted and patted his back when he was done.
Neither of them had known I was there, so I took off before they saw me. They were inside for a while longer before rejoining the party. Peter had been nicer after that, but it was too late. I’d already decided he was a closet asshole who didn’t deserve to know me or anyone else in my family.
Unfortunately, the rest of the family loved him.
I usually trusted Charles’ judge of character. Same with my mom and dad. How was it they could all be so wrong this time?
Unless I was the one who was misreading Peter. Maybe he really was as sweet as he’d been last night. Maybe back then he hadn’t accepted who he was yet and had been struggling with it, lashing out and calling people dirty names…
I groaned, reached for the soap, and suddenly realized I had never bought any in all my time living here. Peter kept it stocked.
Pausing, I looked around the washroom.
Peter kept the toilet paper stocked, too. Same with the milk and laundry detergent and basically everything we shared, and he had never mentioned it. When would he? I barely ever spoke to him.
That evening, I was lying down, watching my favourite show before Peter finally came home. Not that I’d been waiting for him.
He walked straight over and collapsed onto the other side of the couch, just missing my feet, as he let out a heavy sigh. He looked tired.
"Long day?" I asked.
"Kinda." he shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.
Wow, look at us small talking. I wanted to point it out, maybe make a joke about how far we’d come, but I wasn't used to just chatting with him. Not yet. Even though I was starting to think maybe that would be nice. No more hostility, just companionable roommates...
"What are you watching?" he asked, and then groaned. "Oh no. Not this again."
Surprised, I turned my attention back to the TV screen, realizing belatedly that I had been staring at his profile.
"No, I haven't seen this one before," I corrected him. "It's a new episode."
He didn't argue, watching the show instead.
I tried, but his thighs were right against my toes, and I couldn't seem to stop looking at him.
Who knew Charles' bestie had such a big dick and was so good at using it... I bit my lip, cock thickening with blood as my gaze dropped to his hands, then his fingers, remembering how he'd used them on me.
My heart was thudding.
I tried to ignore it, but what the hell for? He was obviously down, right? He liked what I had to offer.
I stretched my feet out, resting them over his lap.
He glanced at me, but I was holding my breath, for some reason expecting him to shove me off. Instead, he just rested his hands over my ankles and turned his attention back to whatever the detective was saying on the TV.
I swallowed and glanced at the screen, wondering what the hell was so interesting. They were showing the crime scene now, detailing the events that had transpired during the murder.
It looked like I would have to try harder to compete with that, so I stretched my foot, rubbing it gently against his groin.
His breath hitched at once, and his gaze snapped to mine.
"Wanna fool around?" I asked outright.
His expression was riddled with confusion.
