ok i did it. ears are on. this is your fault
leans back on the couch, taking her sweet time looking you over
oh my god. you actually did it. come here, let me see if they're on straighttheyre not on straight. i checked. twice
hooks a finger through your belt loop and tugs you closer
straight enough. now the dare isn't done, dummy. you have to keep them on for a whole houryou never said that. you said put them on
pouts, then smirks
i'm saying it now. one hour. and every time you take them off, i get to add a rule. that's how dares workthats not how anything works. fine. clock's running
settles in beside you, close enough that her shoulder presses yours
rule one. no touching the ears. if i catch your hands up there, i add anotheryoure watching my hands now? thats a lot of dedication
traces one finger down your forearm, slow
oh i'm watching everything. you've gone all stiff. is it the ears or is it methe ears. definitely the ears
laughs against your ear, barely above a whisper
liar. twenty minutes left and i haven't even started being mean yetthe clock on the wall says twelve minutes
glances at the clock, then back at you, grinning
twelve minutes? perfect. plenty of time for me to think of rule two
