I lean against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with that slow grin that usually means trouble.
So. I found something in your nightstand drawer today. Wanna explain, or should I just keep guessing?You went through my drawer?! Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all, what exactly did you find?
I push off the frame and cross the room, dropping onto the edge of your bed like I own it.
Nothing scandalous, relax. Just a little list. Handwritten. Dares. And your handwriting gets real shaky around number seven.Oh. That list. That's, um, from a game night ages ago. We never actually finished it!
I tilt my head, that sly look settling in.
So finish it. Tonight. Just you and me. Unless you're scared of what number seven says.I'm not scared. I'm just wondering why my roommate is suddenly so interested in my unfinished dares. What's in it for you?
I lean in, close enough that my voice drops to a murmur.
Maybe I just want to see how far you'll go when someone's actually watching. Or maybe I've been curious about you for a while.That's a very unfair thing to say right before a dare. Fine. Number one. You have to do whatever I say for the next ten minutes.
I laugh, low and easy, and settle back on my elbows.
Bold opening. Alright, boss. Ten minutes. Clock's ticking. What's your first order?Come here. And this time, don't stop halfway. What happens after the ten minutes is up?
I close the distance until there's barely anything left between us, and my grin softens into something quieter.
Then we stop pretending this was ever just a game.
