“Apparently.”
“How do you know that? How many girls have you fingered?”
He shrugs. “A few.”
“And you used that move?”
“Only recently, because I didn’t know about it before.”
“Recently?” I stare off into space, trying to imagine it. “Did she scream?” I ask because my filter is completely gone.
Dylan’s eyes meet mine for a second before he looks back at the road. “She was... responsive.”
I imagine him with some faceless girl, his hands between her legs, and I feel something twist in my stomach. “Oh. Cool.”
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Yeah.”
“Are there any tricks like that for giving blow jobs?”
He looks directly at my lips when I say it, then blinks several times and stares out the windshield. “Um. I don’t... I wouldn’t know.”
I laugh. “You have a dick. You should know what feels good.”
“Right.” He nods slowly. “It just... it all feels good, generally speaking.”
I turn in my seat to face him fully, leaning against the passenger door. “Dylan.” He looks at me, and I can see something shift in his expression. “Do you want to… Would you want to… I don’t know… experiment?”
“What do you mean?”
I shrug, nodding toward the backseat. “I mean, we could figure out what we like and don’t like. Together.”
He swallows hard, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob. “You mean like... right now?”
I nod. “Right now.”
He shakes his head and laughs, but it sounds forced. “Ce, you had some shots. You’re not thinking clearly.”
I let my head fall back against the window. “Sometimes I wish I could be like this more often. I feel free. Like I could conquer the world.” I look at him again. “And I promise I’m not that drunk. It was three shots. I’m buzzed, not wasted.”
“We’re friends,” he says quietly. “Really good friends. We shouldn’t complicate things.”
“True.” I study his profile, then let my eyes drift down to his lap. “Are you hard?”
“What?” He shifts in his seat, and I take that as a yes.
I lean closer, close enough that I can see the depths in his blue eyes. “We’ll still be best friends after. You don’t need a girlfriend right now. You’re too busy with hockey and school. And I can’t have a boyfriend. I’m too focused on my career.”
“Cecily.”
I smile and lean even closer. “Dylan.”
“I should take you home.” He leans back and puts the truck in drive.
I sit back as we pull onto the road. “Truth or dare, Dilly.”
He glances at me quickly. “Neither.”
“Come on. If you’re going to be like that, then the stakes have risen. Now it’s either two truths or one dare. Your choice.”
