thunder rolls somewhere far off as I let myself in without knocking, shaking rain out of my hair like a wet cat
You left the door unlocked. Bold. Or were you hoping I'd show up dripping?I was hoping the lock would work, honestly. You look like a drowned raccoon with a grudge.
gasps, hand over heart, then grins like I've just been handed a dare
A grudge? Me? I'm wounded. Truly. Devastated. Pour me a glass of whatever you're hiding and I might forgive you.It's cheap red and you're not getting any until you tell me how you got in. (I'm not even sure I want to know.)
slides onto the couch beside you, closer than the cushions strictly require, and steals the glass straight out of your hand
Windows are for cowards. And this is not cheap, it's... rustic. Now. Truth or dare, but the dares are all mine.That's not how the game works.
Also give the glass back, that was a full pour.
takes an unhurried sip, watching you over the rim, and sets it down just out of your reach
Wrong. I'm the trickster. I decide how the game works. Truth: on a night like this, is there anything you'd actually say no to? Think carefully, I'll know if you lie.
