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I think for a second. \u201cI dare you to make the hostess jealous.\u201d Kate\u2019s grin falls into bewilderment. \u201cHuh?\u201d \u201cMake her jealous. She\u2019s already asked for my number and she seems to not be taking no for an answer.\u201d \u201cWhy did you tell her no?\u201d She shifts in her chair to get a better look at the front of the restaurant. \u201cShe\u2019s gorgeous.\u201d<\/p>\n

I scan the dark-haired hostess with her leopard print dress. \u201cNot my type,\u201d I say. Kate scoffs. \u201cWhat? She\u2019s totally your type.\u201d \u201cNo, she\u2019s not.\u201d My gaze twines with Kate\u2019s for a few seconds too long, and pink flushes her cheeks. \u201cAre you chickening out on a dare, Kate? Never thought I\u2019d see the day.\u201d Kate sets her chin. \u201cHow does she know I\u2019m not already your girlfriend? There\u2019s no one else here.\u201d I edge even closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told her I was meeting work associates, and she must have smelled fresh meat.\u201d Kate laughs, sultry and low, only a few inches from my face. \u201cWell, judging from her irritated look, I\u2019ve already accomplished your little dare.\u201d I glance over my shoulder. The hostess doesn\u2019t look jilted in the slightest. She even gives me a little finger wave. \u201cYou little liar,\u201d I say, turning back.<\/p>\n

Her grin is wicked as she pulls away. \u201cWorth a shot.\u201d I open my mouth to condemn her as a dare dropout, but my breath hitches as Kate\u2019s hand moves to the back of my neck. My head plummets forward of its own volition, stupidly allowing her full access to my kill switch. Kate carries on a one-sided conversation about her day. Her fingers lift and drop each lock of hair across my nape before her thumbs begin to move in sensual circles, massaging the tension that always seems to gather there.<\/p>\n

This impromptu massage should be relaxing, but I\u2019ve never felt less relaxed. Each nerve beneath her fingertips is on fire, licking away my sense of reality and fanning fantasies awake. Her other hand runs trails of sparks up and down my forearm, and I wonder if she can feel the electricity rolling off my skin. Kate\u2019s conversation comes to an abrupt halt, and my eyes slit open. I catch the hostess\u2019s small huff before she spins on her heel and strides out of sight. \u201cWell done,\u201d I manage to grate out.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d Her hand drops from my neck. I straighten, trying to look as though each cell of my body isn\u2019t molten desire for my ex-girlfriend. \u201cOkay, Mr. Roberts. Your turn. Truth or dare.\u201d I eye her warily. Hangry Kate is one beast, but this enigmatic, teasing version of her seems even more fraught with danger. \u201cDare?\u201d I venture. \u201cIs that a question?\u201d She arches her brow. \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

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No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. First edition January 2026 ISBN: 979-8-9925932-3-5 Cover by Lark Publishing Co Edited by Angela Morse www.melissalark.com OceanofPDF.com To Danger and Mini-Me, for falling in love and never growing up. May we never be bored a day in our lives. OceanofPDF.com trigger warnings This book is closed-door, low profanity, and includes the topics: – Coping with emotion through promiscuity (vaguely defined) – Strained family relationships \/ manipulation \/ neglect – Anxiety \/ grief \/ loss of a loved one (past) – Alcoholism \/ stalking OceanofPDF.com M one PAST KATE y boyfriend is making out with one of my sorority sisters.<\/p>\n

I pull up short at the sight, grappling for the swinging door before it can bang open against the wall and alert them to my presence. I misjudge the distance. The loud smack reverberates off the fraternity house\u2019s dingy bathroom tiles, and the couple\u2019s wild eyes fly to me \u2014still frozen across the threshold. At least Jax has the decency to look embarrassed, but Tweedle-Dee perched on the pedestal sink is too glazed over with desire.<\/p>\n

She promptly returns to my three-week escapade and crushes her lips to his again. Jax makes no effort to resist, giving me a half-hearted shrug before returning to his terribly unsanitary make-out session. I roll my eyes, drain the contents of my red plastic cup, and close the door. It\u2019s not like I care. About him, anyway. Jax was getting clingier by the day, and I have a zero-cling policy.<\/p>\n

I might as well be carrying a can of non-stick cooking spray and spraying the abs of each hot guy I fraternize with. I\u2019d rather catch any of the diseases I learned about in my undergrad health class last semester than catch feelings. I stumble down the narrow staircase of the fraternity house, dodging other fall-break students engaging in nefarious acts.<\/p>\n

I scan the crowded living area. The pumping bass from the second-hand speakers writhes deep in my stomach. The room is crammed to the breaking point with loud laughter, sloshing drink cups, and kissing couples. And then, there\u2019s just me. Without Jax as a distraction, the music suddenly feels too loud, the laughter grating. Anxiety senses my weakness like a predator, closing in as I cling to the handrail.<\/p>\n

The frat house\u2019s front door slams, making me flinch.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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