All the Little Truths (English Prep 3)

“Truth or dare?” he finally asked after I still wouldn’t look at him.

“Truth.” There was no way I was taking a dare from him.

“Does it bother you knowing I’ve told a girl I loved her before?”

I grasped onto the beer in my hand, concentrating on the cool glass beneath my palm. Stay focused. Act cool. Eric shifted beside me, and the hair on my arms stood up. “Nope,” I answered.

Eric leaned in closer, and damnit, he smelled so, so good. “Need I remind you of the rules of this game?”

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He smirked. “Tell the truth. Does it bother you that I told a girl I loved her?”

Ugly jealousy surged through my veins. Of course it bothered me! I wanted to rip her hair out, and I didn’t even know who it was. The old Madeline was creeping back in, and I needed to shut her out, but Eric’s taunting voice was stuck on repeat. Does it bother you?

“I think it probably bothers me as much as it bothered you that I fucked your best friend.”

Our eyes met, and the room was suddenly charged. If there were candles lit, they’d all be brighter, their flames burning everything in sight. Eric’s gaze darkened, and mine did the same. He leaned into my space further, and I told myself to pull back, but my body was too stubborn.

“It’s my turn again because you lied.” His warm breath smelled of beer and something enticing. I said nothing as he asked, “Truth or dare?”

My eyes dropped to his mouth as the words piled out. His tongue slipped out to wet his lip, and my heart sped up.

“Truth.” Still not taking a dare from him.

“Is it true you used to look for me in a crowded room after kissing my best friend?”

My face grew hot, like I was standing too close to a fire. Shit. “No.”

His head slanted just slightly. “My turn again.”

I said nothing because he was right. I was lying through my teeth.

“Truth or dare?”

I probably should have picked a dare, considering he was playing dirty, but then again, he was playing dirty, so a dare wasn’t going to be in my best interest either.

“Truth.”

Eric placed his bottle on the table in front of us, and his hand landed just below my crossed legs. The couch dipped down, bringing our faces even closer together. “Is it true you used to picture me when you two fucked?”

My heart slammed against my chest. Eric was playing so fucking dirty. He was doing it on purpose, wanting to get under my skin. He was proving a point. We both knew I

wanted him. He just wanted me to admit it.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully, taking a hold of the game in my hands.

His chin tipped slightly, his eyes becoming hooded. He liked to hear that I had pictured him, and I hated to admit it, but I liked it too.

“Your turn, Maddie.”

Eric was playing dirty, but I could play dirty, too.

“Truth or dare, Eric?”

His eyes flared. “Dare.”

Dare?

I smirked, moving closer to him. Our lips were grazing, and I felt electrified all over. “I dare you to kiss me.”