to call my humanities teacher in the middle of the night and ask him for, well, anything. Ticked off, I leaned forward and grabbed the shot glass from the table before throwing it back. With my eyes fixed on him in the most jarring way I could muster, I stood up and removed my hoody. Unlike Trace the cheater, I wasn’t wearing any stupid shoes.
He tweaked his eyebrows as though he liked where the game was going.
“Truth or dare?” I bit out sourly.
“Dare,” he said and pushed against the back of his armless computer chair, rocking it gently.
I needed to make this one good—nice and humiliating for him. After a moment of thinking about it, I rubbed my palms together conspiratorially and said, “I dare you to ring your neighbors doorbell and tell him you’re there to pick up his wife for your date.”
He nearly choked on his laugh and then nodded approvingly. “Nice.”
My eyebrows shot up. “So, you’re going to do it?”
“Not a chance,” he said and reached forward for the shot glass. He promptly tossed it back and then leaned forward to take off his socks.
I crossed my arms and glared at him. “How many pointless layers of clothing are you wearing exactly?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” he answered teasingly, obviously pleased by my annoyance. “Truth or dare?”
I huffed out a breath of frustration. “Dare.”
“I dare you to lick the rim of a toilet bowl seat,” he said, grinning like a total idiot. “I’ll even let you pick the bowl.”
There was obviously no chance in fresh hell that I was going to do that. Without even explaining myself, I swiped up my shot glass and tossed it back.
Shaking from the burn, I slammed the glass back down on the night table and then stood up. Since I had very minimal options here, I decided to take off my tank top since the only other option I had was my pants and I refused to get down to my underwear in front of Trace. Especially while he was sitting there fully clothed.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pulled it up over my head and then tossed it on the floor beside his chair.
Trace sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze immediately climbed up the length of my body and then stopped on my chest, taking in the mounds under my black satin bra. Judging by the sinful look that was darkening his eyes, he was wholly enjoying what he was seeing.
Without bothering to cover up, I sat back down on the bed and stared him down. “Truth or dare?”
He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Dare.”
“Seriously?” I scoffed at him because this was sooo not going the way I thought this was going to go. “I thought you said we were going to share secrets,” I pointed out without even bothering to hide my disappointment.
“We are.”
“Are we? Because so far we’re just taking off our clothes and getting drunk together.”
“I know.” His dimples deepened as his wolfish grin reached all the way up to his heated eyes.
“Trace,” I whined.
“Alright, fine,” he said as he widened his thighs and let his gaze sweep over me again. “Truth.”
I smiled victoriously. Okay, so it wasn’t an actual victory, but I was taking the win anyway. “How do you know we’re going to end up together?”
“Wow, you just went right for it, eh?” He ran his hand along his jawline and then pushed back against his chair again. “My mother’s a Seer,” he answered coolly, and my eyes immediately doubled in size. “Not a fullblood, but enough to pass some of it down to me.”
Tension coiled up my spine as I processed that.
“So, does that mean you can like—” I swallowed past the dryness in my throat as this brand-new information sank all the way in. “See the future?”
A wry smile stretched across his face. “That sounds like another question,” he pointed out, letting me know he wasn’t going to make it that easy for me to extract all his secrets. Fucker! “Truth or dare, Jemma?”
Liking where this was going, I figured it was only fair that I threw him a bone, too. “Truth.”
His easy smile widened, deepening his dimples as he pinned me under that smoldering gaze of his. “Were you in love with me before my accident?”
A burst of air rushed out of me as I sat there stunned. I knew he wasn’t going to make it easy for me, but I really wasn’t