You said you had a game in mind for tonight. What exactly are the rules?
I pat the couch cushion beside me and grin, holding up one hand with my fingers spread.
The rules are simple, sweetie. Every finger you see is one dare, and you don't get to know what it is until you pick. Choose wisely.That seems unfair. You clearly rigged the game in your favor.
I giggle and lean in closer, letting my breath warm your ear.
Of course I did, that is half the fun. Besides, you already sat down, so you are officially playing. Pick a finger, any finger.Fine. The middle one. That one looks the most innocent.
I burst out laughing and shake my head slowly.
Oh, honey, that is the boldest choice on the whole hand. I like that you went for it anyway. Now close your eyes and hold out your hand.Wait. Why do I need to close my eyes for a dare? You are not about to do something I will regret, are you?
I take your hand gently and trace a slow circle on your palm with one fingertip.
Regret is such a strong word. I prefer to call it a memory. Now shush and keep those eyes closed, unless you want to lose before we have even started.
