She draws her knees to her chest in the leather chair she's sitting in that's next to the couch. "What game?"
I take a large swallow of scotch before I look at her. "Truth or Dare."
She bites the corner of her bottom lip and my cock stirs. I take another sip to calm myself.
"Are you game, Ad?"
She nods softly. "I'm game. You go first."
Chapter 12
Adley
"What will it be?" He arches one of his dark brows. "Truth or dare?"
I'm tempted to go with the dare just to see what it would be. I felt something different in the air between us in the bedroom, but now I'm not sure if it was my imagination playing tricks on me or not.
When he called to say he was back home and on his way up to his place, I almost fell off the sofa. I ran into the guest room to put on one of the white T-shirts he keeps in there for me. I pulled the jean shorts I'd worn over to his place back on and ran my hands through my hair.
I made myself at home when I got here hours ago. It felt comfortable and right. Now, that he's back my world feels even more settled.
"Truth," I answer simply.
He narrows his eyes. "What was the last thing that made you cry?"
My heart stutters in my chest. I was crying earlier. The tears born from a sappy scene in a movie I was watching, but they quickly morphed into something else entirely. That's how it works with me. A spark of sentimentality ignites a blaze of sorrow deep within.
"A movie," I answer truthfully since that's what the rules of this game call for. "That's why it's called a tear-jerker. I couldn't keep it together through the first fifteen minutes."
"What was it about?" He keeps his gaze on me as he places the glass of liquor on the coffee table.
I glance down, tempted to swallow what's left. I can't. Not tonight. Courage has to come from within me. I want to know if what I felt in the bedroom was real. Crew's not going to be the one to make the first move. He values our friendship too much, maybe even more than I do.
"That's another question and it's not your turn," I point out with an unexpected calmness in my voice. It's not an accurate reflection of how I feel inside. I'm anxious, nervous and unsure of which direction this game is headed.
"I guess that means you're at bat," he quips.
The comment isn't lost on me. I know he has an issue with Trey. He has since that night at t
he club when he saw the two of us dancing.
"Truth or dare, Crew?"
He waits for a beat before he answers, his eyes skimming over my face. "Let's go with truth."
I hone in on the one topic I know he'll have a strong opinion on. I've never doubted Crew's honesty and I know he wouldn't answer this differently if I asked it outside the context of the game, but still, my curiosity is too strong to push the issue aside. "What do you think of Trey?"
He shoves a hand through his hair. He didn't style it after his shower and it's long enough that it's incredibly sexy when messy. He looks at me before his gaze drops to the floor. "Why? Are things more serious between you two than they were when I left?"
"You have to answer the question truthfully. You'll have your chance to ask me that if I pick truth next round."
His right knee bounces slightly with aggravation. I've seen it before. Usually that nervous energy is reserved for his family or a business deal gone astray. "Fine. I don't think he's good enough for you."
His protective nature has always been one of the things I like most about him. He's not just that way with me. It's the same with his sister and brothers. He has other friends, including women he'll do almost anything to protect too. "It's your turn at bat."
"Point taken, Ad. I'll drop the baseball references and you'll pick truth this round."
I don't argue. I know what the question is going to be and I want to answer it. Since we agreed to stay out of each other's personal lives, he's never questioned me about any of the guys I've been with. I have a feeling that's about to change now.