On a Dare, Nothing More
"Truth or dare?" I asked; smiling gently as her lips pursed thoughtfully.
"That's a toughieyour truths are always awkward and I'm no good at dares
"Pick!" I cried, playfully exasperated.
"Okay, okay, jeez, aren't you Ms. Pushy!"
I shook my head, my smile almost as big as the one she hid behind a mask of thoughtfulness.
"Dare", she said at last, grinning.
"Feeling lucky, punk?" I said, adopting a deep, gruff voice as I thought it over.
I gave her a long, hard stare. She fell back, giggling. "I had to," she said between gasps.
I cocked my head, before replying in as neutral of a voice as I could. "Alright. I dare you to
to say 'I love you' to me, and totally seriously too! Like-like we're
. That's so awkward!"
I forced a grin. "That's the whole point!"
She furrowed her brows, clearing her throat, before leaning in to my face, so close I could smell her scent, light and delicate: a whiff of flower in a