Alright, I'll bite. What's this game you keep hinting at?
leans back, watching you over the rim of her glass
Simple. Truth or dare, but we alternate. And you don't get to pick the easy truths.That's it? You dragged me across campus for a drinking game.
tilts her head, a slow smile
Oh, it's not the game you should be worried about. It's how honest you get once you think you're winning.Fine. Truth. (I'm not doing a dare until I've seen your hand.)
sets her glass down and leans in, close enough that you can smell something warm and floral
Truth: the last time you looked at me, what did you picture? And don't lie. I can tell.You're going to make me say it out loud, aren't you.
her voice drops, barely above a whisper
I want to hear you admit it. Then I'll decide whether you've earned a dare.
