What I want to do? I want Wilder all to myself.
It’s been a year, and we’re still tiptoeing around Cash.
“I’ll sit in the back,” I grumble as I get out of the car.
Wilder follows suit, shoving his hands into his pockets as we walk through the gas station doors.
“Coffee,” I say, pointing to the back of the convenience store.
We’re both tired, but we make our way to the coffee station, and each grab a cup.
“Remember when we stayed at the lake with Cash’s parents that one summer?” I say to Wilder. “We camped in that fancy RV?”
“RV?” Wilder scoffs. “That was a house on wheels, Blondie.”
“I know,” I say, trying to suppress a yawn. “But we played a game of Truth or Dare and we laughed all night. We should try playing that with Cash again.”
Wilder blinks. “You want to play Truth or Dare with a guy who can’t say orgasm and is still in love with you? I don’t think so.”
“We can avoid all dangerous topics and just focus on fun ones.”
“Cash and the word fun don’t exactly go together.”
“Do you have any ideas, then? We should be bonding instead of trying to kill each other.”
Wilder groans. “Fine, but if the shit hits the fan, I warned you.”
“Fair.”
We grab snacks, pay, and somehow beat Cash back to the car. I get into the backseat and stretch out.
The moment Cash exits the gas station and sees Wilder driving—and the front passenger seat open—his entire body groans.
“Why are you in the back seat?” Cash grunts as he gets in the car.
“I haven’t been sleeping well on the road,” I lie. “Until I get this entire cup of coffee in me—” I hold up the to-go cup to show him—”it’s better if Wilder drives.”
“Whatever,” Cash says.
I clear my throat as Wilder puts the car in drive.
He glares at me in the rearview mirror, but says nothing.
Fine, I’ll suggest Truth or Dare.
“We should play a game,” I say.
“Aren’t you tired?” Cash snaps.
“We could play Truth or Dare,” I chirp. “Just like we did—”
“That time your parents took us camping,” Wilder finishes. “Could be fun.”
“Yeah, sounds like a total blast, you psychos,” Cash groans.
“I’ll go first,” I say. “Cash, Truth or Dare?”
His face scrunches with disgust. “Truth.”
