Page 91 of Becoming His

Don't do it.

I pushed through the crowd of bodies, trying to reach her first.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Guys grinned as they moved forward but stopped when someone took her in his arms.

No. No, no, no. Not you. Anyone butyou.

White-hot fury filled my veins as he pulled her close, whispering something to her as he smiled that fucking grin of his that got him everything he wanted. I stood frozen to the spot, unable to do anything. Their lips met; it was as though someone had stuck a knife deep in my stomach. I felt physically sick when she kissed him back, and I had to turn away. I couldn't watch. I heard claps and cheers, and I tried not to punch every one of them in the fucking head before dragging her away. They must've pulled apart because suddenly, the crowd had moved back to the circle, finding the next victim.

Don't leave with him. Please.

He walked away, swigging his beer as she stood, stunned. I made my way to Annabelle, unable to stop myself.

"What the fuck was that?" I hissed; the venom in my voice was evident. Her eyes widened with fear as she spoke softly.

"I didn't want to play, so don't start having a go at me, Bailey."

She pushed past me, but I grabbed her arm, turning her back to me. God, she was breathtaking. I wanted to wipe her mouth and erase the memory of kissing him, but my anger took over.

"Your first kiss was with me, and your second is with mybrother? Wow. So tell me,Annabelle.Which of us was better?′

I knew I sounded like a jealous loser. I didn't care. I was beyond jealous. I felt like someone had ripped my insides out and stamped on them.

She pulled her arm away as her eyes flashed with annoyance.

"Really? It was adare. Hekissedmeanyway."

What was her fucking point? I took a few steps as I spoke quietly.

"That's not an answer."

"You want me to tell you which of you was the better kisser? What is this, the school playground? It was a dare."

God, she was feisty. So why was I admiring her arguing with me?

"Right then. I dare you to kiss me."

She laughed nervously, her eyes darting around us.

"Bailey, this is ridiculous."

I grabbed her hand then, pulling her back towards the crowd, her eyes wide as I pushed her into the center of the game.

"What the hell are you—" she hissed as I folded my arms.

"Truth or dare."

The crowd fell silent as a girl complained it was her turn, but quickly stopped when she saw Anna and me in the center. She gaped at me, and I smirked.

"Bailey—"

"Truth or dare," I repeated calmly, arms folding over my chest.

"Truth," She said, meeting my eyes.

Atta girl.