“Bryn,” he chided. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I, um—” I rolled my lips between my teeth. “Nothing.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing, huh? Why you blushin’ then, Bryn?”
“No reason.”
He stopped walking and peered down at me. “I dare you to tell me.”
“Sounds to me like you’re wanting to play another round of truth or dare.”
“If that’s what it takes to figure out what put that expression on your face. But I don’t need to play a game to prove a point.”
“Really? Isn’t that what hockey is?” I taunted.
A muscle in his jaw twitched, and I tried not to laugh. So competitive. So serious. It was hot.
The tension between us built, pulling taut. When I wasn’t sure I could take much more, he gritted out, “Do it. Ask me.” He leaned in, practically growling, “Truth or dare.”
Oh, he wanted to play? We’d play.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bryn typed something on her phone, the warm evening breeze rustling her hair. We’d made it back to the bungalow and had opted to sit on our private patio since it was such a beautiful night. The plunge pool glowed from within, and small solar-powered lights dotted the edge of the deck.
Bryn glanced up from her phone, a playful smirk curling her full lips. “Truth or dare?”
“Weren’t you the one who said that using a website to generate questions feels a bit like cheating?” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but it’s also more of a challenge.”
“I like a challenge,” I admitted. “But I also prefer using my imagination.”
She laughed. “That’s because you’re old-school. You don’t do social media. Your phone is practically a flip phone.”
“You can’t be focused in a world of constant distractions.”
“I know.” She looked up at me. “It’s actually something I admire about you, even if I tease you for it.”
“Thanks.” I ducked my head. “And you can use the phone if you really want.”
“Oh, I planned to. But you still haven’t told me your choice. Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” I said, hoping I wouldn’t regret this.
“Which do you enjoy more—cuddling or kissing?” Bryn asked.
“Both.”
She gave me a look. “You have to choose one. You can’t have both.”
“Says who?”
“The question. The word ‘more’ requires a favorite.”
My mind went to watching movies with Bryn, her nestled into my side. “Well, I like cuddling because it creates connection and it feels nice. I like holding a woman in my arms, making her feel safe, cherished. But I also like kissing because you can communicate so much with a kiss.”
“Like what?” She leaned forward. It had the effect of pushing her tits together. And fuck me, what I wouldn’t do to give them a squeeze.
