Page 77 of How to Lose at Love
“Ahh.” I smiled.
…and that’s the short version of how I ended up lying across his bed in this skimpy little T-shirt and my baby blue underwear, totally comfortable; after all, this shirt contains more fabric than a swimsuit does.
Dallas, thank God, changes into a bro tank and boxers, and I’m graced with my first look at his bare arms, tattoos and all.
Tattoos? Those are a pleasant surprise.
I try not to stare, but damn, his biceps are huge.
“So now what do we do? Do I sneak out the window later after everyone is asleep?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It wouldn’t kill you to actually spend the night.” He shoots me a look. “I don’t snore.”
“That was pretty funny. Admit it.” Those girls looked semi-horrified when I announced that not only does Dallas Colter snore, but he wears a breathing machine to sleep.
Dallas stares at me from across the bed. “You tired?”
“No.” Not even a little.
“Me neither.”
Air crackling, I let out a puff of air. Roll off the bed and walk to his bookshelf, bending at the waist to peruse the board games. Glance over my shoulder at him.
“Should we play a game?”
He removes his eyes from my bare ass. “Play a game or watch a movie, take your pick.”
I study the games, finger trailing along the boxes. Cards Against Humanity, truth or dare, Scrabble, Monopoly—the usual suspects. Chess. Candy Land.
I pull truth or dare from the stack and hope for the best.
Toss it on the bed and rejoin him, grateful he has a king because there’s plenty of room to spread out so we’re not in each other’s space.
Dallas barely fits on the mattress, but I fit just fine.
Removing the top of the box, I go through the deck of truth or dare cards to make sure they’re all facing down, separate the truths from the dares, then set them in the center of the bed.
“Ladies first,” my host tells me, indicating that I should take a card. “You want a truth or a dare?”
“Let’s start easy.” I lift a truth card off the top of the deck. Read it out loud. “What are three of your biggest turn-ons?”
Wait.
What?
I reach my hand across the bedding and grab the box top: ROMANTIC TRUTH OR DARE TO SPICE UP YOUR RELATIONSHIP.
“I obviously didn’t see that part when I grabbed this game.” I laugh.
“I was wonderin’ why you picked it when we’ve barely hung out.”
“It was an accident. I swear I’m not trying to get you to get naked or anything.”
“Pretty sure there is no dare card for ‘get naked.’ Then again, I have never played it.” He clears his throat. “My pervy younger brother gave this to me as a joke last Christmas because at the time, they were all kind of datin’ people and I wasn’t. Duke also gave me a sock to jerk off into and a bottle of lube.”
My head tips back and I laugh.
“So?” Dallas grins. “What are three of your biggest turn-ons?”
