I meet her gaze, shaking my head, wondering what messed-up thing he put down.
“What? Tell her, princess, whiskey float never tasted as sweet as when I’m licking it off your tits.”
“Oh my God, Asher.” My cheeks radiate heat. He didn’t go there.
Sloane offers an understanding glance my way. “Sorry, sis, the questions do kind of get either kinkier or higher stakes emotionally as we go on. Just tell me if you want to stop.”
I give a little wave for her to go on, but there’s no way of hiding my embarrassment. I’ll just have to kill Asher later.
“Question three: where is the most random place you’ve fucked?”
Before the last month I would have had to say some room in the house other than my bedroom, but now since meeting the boys, I have a whole list of places I could add. Not sure I want to, though. “Pass,” I answer out loud.
“You can’t pass. I want to get a perfect score,” Asher complains, popping his head around the partition again.
Sloane shoves him back on his side. “Don’t bully my contestants. I’ll give you a zero.” She turns to me. “You all right to go on or do we skip it?”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. If you don’t like my answer, it’s your fault, Asher.”Under the stars,I type in and press enter, half to stir him for bringing up our steamy romp in the gym and halfbecause that night I will never forget. It was hot and somehow deeply moving as well.
His answer flashes on the screen as well. It says the gym, and I kind of expected it to, even though I know there is no way that’s really the most random place Ash has fucked. He got around before me. I know that it’s probably the back alley of this club or something. When my answer flashes up, I hear him growl like a feral animal.
“You okay there?” I ask playfully, knowing this was a terrible idea. The last thing I need is Asher trying to jump me in some random location just so he can outdo his brother. Even if it would be kind of hot.
“Next question.” He huffs, and I know he’s not. But I did warn him, so this is all his fault.
Sloane raises a brow for me, smirking sassily at her brother’s pain. “Do you believe you can trust someone you’re dangerously attracted to?” she asks.
Maybe???I type out as my answer. I’m still not sure I can trust any of them. With my life, yes, but with my heart, I’m not so sure.
Asher’s answer flashes up on the screen.Probably not!
“Harsh, Ash,” I call back.
“You prove it and I’ll trust you. Don’t go thinking maybe is any better, princess, we both know it’s not.”
My mouth pops open, and I glance at Sloane, like what the hell.
She laughs, enjoying our pain, and I get a sinking feeling this is going to start shit I don’t know how to handle. “Let’s go with something lighter, the tension in here just got all too much for me. Does passion or peace make you feel more connected with your partner?”
Passion,I type in then check behind me, and Asher has the same answer.
“Least we can agree on that,” he grumbles, sounding like a little kid who’s just dropped his ice cream cone.
Sloane shakes her head just for me. “Next question. What’s the fastest way someone could lose your trust?”
Lying to me. Or keeping me in the dark,I type.
Keeping shit from me.Asher’s response flashes on the screen. “Two things we can agree on. Looks like we’re compatible after all,” he says, sounding a little happier.
“Last one. You two have been such good sports, but I have other shit to do to get ready for opening night. Have you ever been in love?”
A white-hot sweat comes over me. These aren’t Sloane’s questions, I just know it. My heart beats out of control in my rib cage, making me feel crazy. I get to my feet, my body working without my brain. I have to get the hell out of here.
“D-Dahlia, what’s wrong?” Sloane calls after me.
“Asher wrote this quiz. I’m not playing his games,” I mutter as I pass her quickly, almost running through the sea of chairs and ducking into the bathroom. The scent of fresh paint hits me in the nostrils so hard it makes my head spin, but I keep striding through the dark and moody bathroom. Slamming the stall door behind me and sucking in ragged breaths as I lean all my weight into it. I’m too angry to even cry. Why is Ash pushing this? Why can’t he just let it be? He knows there is something here between us. The chemistry is hot and we get along well, that should be enough. He’s just making this impossible when we’re already stuck together all the damn time so I can’t think straight.
I grip hold of the door as my head swims, trying to breathe so I don’t go over and end up on the fancy tile floor.
