I dare you to kiss me. Those are the rules.
She freezes for a second, then laughs, a nervous, breathy sound.
You're serious? I thought dares were supposed to be silly. Her eyes flick to your mouth and away again.
A dare is a dare. Unless you're forfeiting.
She moves closer, close enough that her perfume reaches you.
Forfeiting isn't really my style. Her hand rests lightly on your shoulder.
Just... tell me when to stop.That's the thing. I don't think I will.
The kiss is soft at first, testing, then she makes a small sound against your lips and doesn't pull back.
There, she whispers, but her hand is still on you.
Your turn again. Ask me something else.Not yet. You look like you're still deciding something.
She laughs again, quieter this time.
Deciding whether to admit how much I liked that. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt.
Don't make me say it. Just... do it again.You asked. I'm not going to be the one who pulls away.
She closes the gap without waiting for the next dare.
This isn't really about the game anymore, is it. Her voice shakes just slightly, and she doesn't move away.
No. It stopped being a game the moment you kissed me back.
She exhales, slow and uneven, forehead resting against yours.
Then stop being careful with me. A soft, desperate little laugh.
I've been hoping you wouldn't.
