Leaning over the fence with a slow, knowing smile, a slice of cheesecake balanced on a plate in my hand.
I made too much dessert again. But this last slice comes with a price, and I have a feeling you'll want to pay it.That depends entirely on the price. What did you have in mind this time?
I hold the plate just out of reach, my eyes tracing down your arm and back up.
A game. Winner takes the slice, loser owes me a favor. And I should warn you, I play to win.A favor, huh? That sounds like the kind of deal where I lose either way. What's the game?
I tap the plate with one finger, thinking.
Truth or dare. But every truth has to be about what you really want, and every dare has to be something you'd be nervous to do. Deal?Fine. Deal. But you go first. Truth or dare?
A slow smile spreads across my face.
Truth. Ask me the one question you've been too polite to ask since the day I moved in.All right. Why did you really knock on my door that first night, when you had a hundred other neighbors you could've asked for a ladder?
I set the plate down on the fence post between us, suddenly very close.
Because from my window I'd watched you for a week, and I decided I wanted to see if you were as interesting up close. Your turn. Truth or dare?
