Page 13 of Truth Or Dare (Campus Games #4)

This is not fucking happening

My eyes squint open as light sneaks through the curtains. I groan and reach for my phone on the nightstand. Shit. It’s almost noon, and I’m only just waking up. I thought a week back home would be enough to adjust to the time change, but I guess I’m still not there yet.

I was always one to stay up late anyway, especially when I’d sneak through Gabi’s window to spend the night in her room. She never wanted to go to sleep when I was there. She used to get so excited to see me, as if her bed was just a second option for me. Little did she know, staying in her room was the only way I could fall asleep.

It took me a long time to get used to sleeping without her when I first moved to London, and even now it’s still really hard. The night I moved in here, and we spent the night playing video games, was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.

I glance at my phone, checking Gabi’s location and seeing she’s still at her dance class. With a groan, I lift myself out of bed and head out of the room.

The counters are cluttered with wine glasses from the guys coming over yesterday. They stayed late, and neither Gabi nor I had the energy to deal with the mess. I groan at the sight, knowing I’ll have to deal with it sooner or later.

Later.

Gabi probably won’t be home for a while, so I have time to clean up before she’s back.

But right now, I need some food. The place is too quiet without Gabi here, so I play some music on my phone, filling the room with noise. Then, I grab a bowl from the cabinet and fill it with some cereal.

I manage to take a couple of spoonfuls before the music on my phone abruptly cuts off, replaced by an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, I wonder if Gabi is calling me.

But it’s not her.

My body tenses at the sight of the familiar name flashing on the caller ID, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. Even miles away, he still manages to loom over me. He still has a hold on my life. On me.

Fuck him.

Will this ever stop. Will he continue to call me, and make my life a living hell every single fucking day? I thought I’d get rid of him when I moved to London, but here I am, four years later and he’s still here, even when he’s behind prison bars.

I press decline, and the music resumes. Staring down at the bowl, I drop my spoon inside, my appetite vanishing from the sickening feeling in my stomach.

With a sigh, I drop the bowl into the sink, along with the rest of the dishes left from yesterday, and make my way toward the bathroom, needing a shower to clear my head.

I close the bathroom door behind me, and hastily peel off my t-shirt, tossing it into the laundry basket along with my sweats and boxers.

As the warm water covers me, my body relaxes, and I brush my hair back, letting the water fall over my head. Glancing down, my eyes lock on Gabi’s coconut shampoo, and I reach for the body wash beside it, lathering it over my skin.

I had forgotten what she smelled like when I left, but when I came back, it hit me like a wave, invading my senses every damn day.

Images of Gabi flood my mind constantly. No matter what I’m doing, she’s always there, lingering in my thoughts. But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s images of her pinned beneath me that consume my thoughts, and I groan as I remember her full lips, parted, looking up at me with desire, her body pressed against mine.

“Fuck.” I let out a groan, dropping my hand to my hardening cock, soaping it up before I give it a firm stroke. A moan escapes my lips as I picture the small metal bars poking through her sheer, white tank top.

She didn’t have nipple piercings in high school. When did she get them? Why did she get them? I wonder what her tits look like with them.

“God damn it.” Before I can stop myself, I’m jerking off to thoughts of her. A montage of Gabi fills my mind, and groan after groan leaves my lips at the sight.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful. I’ve always thought so. Ever since I met her. But it was a few years later that I realized how hot she was. How my body reacted to hers whenever she was close, how just one smile from her could make my heart pound out of my chest. I knew then I didn’t just like her as a friend.

I felt so guilty—still do—thinking about her like that. She’s my best friend. I’m not supposed to think of her this way, but fuck. I can’t help it.

I remember Gabi asking me if Taylor was my type all those years ago. I don’t know how to tell her that I don’t have a type. Gabi’s my type. Long, dark, gorgeous hair. Bright blue eyes I can’t get enough of. A gorgeous body that felt so good underneath me. Full pink lips that I love whenever she smiles.

And now I’m thinking of her parting her pretty pink lips, and taking my cock between them.

“Ughh. Fuck,” I groan as I stroke my cock, tighter this time, my balls drawing up so tight, they feel like they’re about to explode.

But before I can finish, a loud crash makes me freeze. My eyes shoot open, and I turn my head to see Gabi standing outside the bathroom door. Her mouth is slightly parted, and her eyes are wide.

My hand drops, and my eyes widen in horror, mirroring hers.

This is not fucking happening.

Please, for the love of god, tell me this is just a dream and isn’t actually happening.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” Gabi says, turning around, before hastily closing the bathroom door behind her.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I quickly wash the soap off my body and turn the shower off before hopping out and drying myself off as best as I can. I catch my reflection in the mirror, and I stare back at it, wondering what the hell I’m going to do.

“Fuck,” I grunt, closing my eyes.

Once I’ve pulled my clothes on, I hesitate for a second before opening the door, finding Gabi leaning against the back of the couch. Her attention shifts to me as she hears the door open, and our eyes lock together.

I see her throat move as she swallows, and I hold eye contact, neither of us knowing what to say. I want to know what she’s thinking. Is she freaking out?

“I’m sorry,” she finally blurts out. “I should have knocked, or—”

I shake my head, water dripping from my hair. “You don’t need to be sorry, Gabi,” I tell her. “I should have locked the door.” I run a hand through my wet hair. I thought she’d be gone for a while, and I just didn’t… think.

“I thought you were asleep,” she says, lifting herself off the back of the couch. “I was playing music and didn’t hear the shower, and—”

“It’s fine,” I interrupt her. She’s definitely freaking out. I don’t want this to change anything between us. She’s clearly horrified by seeing me naked, and while the thought feels like a knife to the chest, I get it. We’re best friends. Nothing more. Have been since we were twelve.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her eyebrows pulled together.

“Yeah,” I reply, a smile tugging at her lips. I almost reach out and pull her into me, but after what happened, I think it’s best if I don’t.

She nods slightly, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinks. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she lets out a deep breath. “You were…”

“Yeah.” A muscle in my jaw ticks as we look at each other, and my heart beats faster.

A smirk tugs at her lips as she tilts her head. “You do that a lot?”

Fuck . Gabi thinking about me jacking off isn’t helping the situation. “Can we not?” I ask with a groan, needing to adjust my cock that’s hardening each second her eyes are on me.

Her smile widens a little and she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “What were you thinking about?” she asks, her eyebrows wagging at me.

Jesus. “Gabi,” I warn her.

“What?” She blinks, innocently. “I can’t ask?”

You . I want to tell her. I was thinking about you . I doubt she’d take it well, though.

“Did you…” Her eyes drift down to my cock, and in response it twitches in my pants.

“No,” I reply, already knowing what she’s asking. It’s hard to come when my best friend of ten years walks in on me jerking off over her and freaks out. I quickly turn around so she can’t see the outline pressed against my pants, and start soaping up the dishes, hoping to distract myself from the awkward tension between us.

“Oh,” I hear her voice behind me. I almost groan as a zing of pleasure curls up my spine. Christ . I’m not even looking at her, and she still affects me.

“Just drop it,” I plead, though I won’t stop thinking about this for a while.

“Dropped,” she says, and I look over my shoulder at her. “Already forgotten,” she repeats, holding her hands up.

I narrow my eyes at her, a smile playing at the corners of my lips at the expression on her face. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

She groans, burying her head in her hands. “It’s impossible not to. You were naked .”

“I know,” I reply with a chuckle, drying off my hands before I turn to face her.

“It’s just…” She lifts her head from her hands, peering up at me. “We’ve never seen each other like that before.”

I blink, thinking back to yesterday. How I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits pressed against the tank top, and the metal bars on them. “Yeah,” I reply, my throat feeling dry. “It would be weird for us to.” I lift my eyes to hers.

“Weird.” She nods. “Right.”

My eyes drop to the pile of clothes beside her. “You can go shower now,” I tell her. “It’s free now.”

“Right,” she says, blinking down at her clothes before she grabs them. “I’ll just be—”

“Yep.”

“And I’ll lock the door.”

I drop my brows. “I won’t walk in, Gabi.”

“Right. Of course not.” She laughs, turns around, and walks toward the bathroom.

My head drops in a sigh, and my eyes catch on a piece of fabric lying on the back of the couch. My eyes narrow as I pick it up.

A lacy, white thong.

Fuck me.

“I just—”

I turn around, seeing Gabi standing outside the bathroom, eyes locked on the lacy fabric wrapped around my finger. “Forgot this?” I ask her, swallowing hard at the image of her wearing this.

Christ.

Someone fucking call an ambulance because I feel like I’m about to die of a hard-on.

“Sorry,” she says with a chuckle before reaching over to grab it from my finger.

“It’s fine,” I manage to say, though my voice feels raspy.

Gabi nods silently, pressing her lips together, before turning around and closing the bathroom door behind her.

I groan when I feel my dick twitch in my pants.

It’s not fucking fine.