Page 150 of Rules for the Summer


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“Uh yeah, that’s what it means when I say I don’t want to break my face.”

“It’s a lot of fun; you really should try it.”

“Listen, lady,” I say as I swim on my back. “I do not bend to peer pressure, so don’t even try.”

“You do truth or dare though, don’t you?”

My ears perk up.

“You don’t want to play truth or dare with me. I’m brutal and you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“Brutal how?” she asks, swimming around as well, both of us circling each other.

“If you picked truth, I’d ask you deeply personal questions, I’d ask sexual questions, I’d dive so deep that your cheeks would redden. And if you picked dare…love, that suit would be off and you’d be swimming around this pond naked.”

“Not like I haven’t done it before,” she says in a teasing tone.

“Yeah, but you haven’t done it with me.”

“What if we do truth or dare but keep it on the medium side?”

“What the hell does that mean?” The pond isn’t that deep, but I pull my legs up so I have to swim to keep my head above water.

“It means all truth questions and dares have to be PG.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“There could be fun in PG things.”

I shake my head. “Not when you’re with a sexy girl who is wearing a tiny bathing suit and swimming around me.”

“Fine, how about PG-13? Meaning nothing really X-rated, but we could still have some fun.”

I mull it over, because PG-13 does bump it up a bit. There could be some things I ask her, or things I dare her to do…

“Okay, but I’m not doing a flip off the rope, as I’m legitimately scared that I’d crack my face open.”

She smiles. “Fine, but we are in agreement that the person has to do the truth or dare.”

“It’s the only way to play; you can’t chicken out.”

“Good.”

What the hell does she have up her sleeve?

Whatever it is, I’m about to find out.

“Do you want to go first?” I ask.

She nods.

“Okay, truth or dare?”

“Let’s start with a truth.”

“Smart choice. Ease yourself in, that’s what I like to do.” I float on my back, and I can feel her eyes scanning my chest as I think of a truth. “How many guys have you been with…intimately?”

“Why did I know you were going to ask that?”