Rule Number Eleven: Renley and Theo should just be friends.
Yeah, this is not going to work for Theo. Sorry. Sure, he’d like to be friends, because relationships should always have friendship in them, but what Theo really wants is to ask Renley if she’d be his girlfriend.
My eyes snap to him in surprise as he slides off the bed and gets down on one knee.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he takes my hand and slides our palms together.
“Renley Lynn Gossage, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”
I snort, my hand covering my nose, but at the same time, I feel this hole in my chest that I’ve had for so long finally start to close. Like I’ve been waiting for this moment, for someone to care about me, to treat me like he does, to show me my trueworth, and now that he’s here, kneeling in front of me, it all feels sort of surreal.
“Why are you so ridiculous?” I ask, even though his flair for dramatics is one of the things I like the most about him.
“That’s not the answer I was looking for.” He lifts a brow. “Try again, love.”
Chuckling, I nod. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Looking around the room as if it’s full of spectators, he says, “She said yes, everyone. She said yes.” Then he pushes me back on the bed and moves on top of me, takes my cheek in his hand, and starts kissing me, slowly, deliberately, like this was the plan all along.
His mouth parts mine, his tongue swiping as his hand trails up my thigh to the opening of my robe, but I stop him.
“Not so fast.”
“What do you mean, not so fast?” he asks.
“We’re going to play truth or dare, remember?”
He waves me off. “That’s fine, I don’t need to.” Then he tries to kiss me again, but I move away.
“That’s not how this works. We were going to play a game, so we need to play a game.”
“Or I can strip you down and scratch your inner thighs with my scruff before driving my tongue against your clit for an hour.”
“First of all, you and I both know it wouldn’t last for an hour. Second, we said we were going to play, so let’s play.”
I scoot away from him and adjust my robe while he pouts off to the side, his dick already hard in his shorts. I love that he finds me so attractive, that just being around me arouses him. My previous relationship was nothing like that. Not even close.
“Okay, you go first. Truth or dare?” I ask.
“Dare, obviously.” He scratches the back of his head, the movement making his abs flex.
“I dare you to take your shorts off.”
He scoffs. “Not much of a dare, love. I was shedding these anyway.” He removes his shorts and tosses them to the side, leaving him in nothing as his cock stretches up toward his stomach.
I wet my lips as I shamelessly stare at him.
“Jesus, the way you’re looking at me. Keep doing that and we’re going to make it one round.”
My eyes find his. “You’re so hot.”
His expression turns hungry. “Look in the mirror, love.” Then he says, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
His mouth falls open in shock. “What happened to dare?”
“You said you were going to be the one picking dare, not me.”
