Chapter Twelve (Part 8)

The night was going quite smoothly until one point. Zach spun the bottle and it landed, without a doubt, on me. Grinning, he asked me what I wanted to do and I settled with ‘Truth’.

“Okay…” He bit down on his lip, lost in thought for a while. Then, he snapped his fingers and smirked. “I have a good one. Right. Who’s the last guy you had a dream about?”

“What?” I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Oh you have to, you said truth.”

“If you don’t answer this, then you’ll have to go for dare and you can’t turn back to whatever he says,” Glynis said, informing me of the ‘rules’.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay…the last guy I had a dream about was Orlando Bloom. There.”

“Not celebrities! Normal guys; ones you could actually score.”

I shook my head hard. “I’m not answering that.” For the shortest moment, my eyes met Jensen’s who had curiosity written all over his face. If he heard the answer, he’d be the happiest about it, happy enough to tease me for the rest of my life.

“I go for a dare. Not answering that.”

A triumphant look crossed his face. Had he planned for me to do a dare? “Are you ready to hear the dare then?” He tried to build up the suspense and I cracked my knuckles dramatically.

“Bring it on mister.”

His blue eyes flashed playfully. “Kiss me.”

I really, really, really wanted to reverse time now. Me kiss Zach? Not that I didn’t think the idea was fantastic or anything but I just couldn’t see that happening. Not in my head, and definitely not in real life but he’d said it.

“You want me to kiss you?” I stuttered, sounding stupid.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Glynis said, sounding official. “No turning back now.”

The End

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