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"If you promise the same." He offers his hand.
I shake.
"So…" He doesn't sayenough stalling. He just leaves it implied. "What's happening with you and Jackson?" Damon raises a brow. "Why does he keep looking at you like he wants to… do things I'd rather not picture."
"We're playing truth or dare."
"Because?"
"Because we both want to prove we're fun." That's a true answer. Not the whole answer. There's also a mutual desire to dare each other to take our clothes off. At least, I think it's a mutual desire.
No, I see the interest in his eyes. The way they dip to my chest and hips.
I just don't know where it starts and ends.
"Non-alcoholics." He shakes his head. "You're weirdos."
"Truth or dare is a normal game," I say.
"For teenagers," he says.
"I'm sorry, is Damon Webb lecturing me on maturity?"
"Sometimes, the truth is ironic." He laughs. "What have you done so far?"
"Blackjack and bodyshots."
Again, he raises a brow. "Do I need to worry about you?" Before I can react, he laughs and shifts to a teasing tone. "Stay up late with bail money?"
"Definitely," I say.
"Stay up late with extra condoms?" he offers.
"Don't." As if I would forget condoms! I'm a sex researcher. Then again, I know multiple med students who pull out as their main method of birth control. Doctors do make the worst patients.
"You're into him."
"You just said it was a bad idea." It is a bad idea. A terrible idea.
"Yeah, and in your experience, when you've told me something is a bad idea, does that encourage me or discourage me?"
What? "Is this reverse psychology?"
"No." Damon's eyes find mine. He drops the teasing tone and answers seriously. "It's… he is a good guy. If you really are looking to have a little fun, and you're both on the same page… he's a good pick. I trust him."
"Are you seriously offering your approval on the guys I screw?" I guess, from a certain angle, it's kinda sweet, but from all the other angles, he's overstepping.
He notices the furrow of my brow and backs off. "Did you not ask?" he teases.
"I do not need your help with this."
"You do, actually. Remember the last guy? What was his name?"
"He was bad in bed. Not, unsafe." Really, really bad. Beyond bad. But how in the world would my brother help with that? Do all the men I know think they know how to pick out a man who's a great fuck or just these two?
"Yeah, well, I ran into Jackson's ex at the dojo once, and she was satisfied. And you uh…" He blushes. "This is fucking weird, okay, but you left one of your books at my place, and I read it out of curiosity, and Jackson is into that kinda thing. As far as I know."
"BDSM, you mean?"
