“Truth.”
I chuckle. “Lie, I never had the money to do gymnastics. But why is it every guy’s dream the woman they are fucking is a gymnast? Does it really matter if I can throw my legs over my head when you fuck me?”
Enzo kicks off his shoes, which I assume is the item of clothing he’s going to remove for losing, but he doesn’t stop. He undoes his jeans, and they fall to the floor, until he’s standing in just his boxers, his erection on full display and impatiently waiting for me to touch him.
“You forget, I’ve seen you with your legs flipped over your head. And yes, it’s fucking sexy as hell.”
I pant. Fuck me, I think. But we are in the middle of a weird power play between us. And I won’t give in. I won’t be the one who folds first.
“I was enrolled in gymnastics as a kid,” Enzo says.
I laugh. “Lie.”
“Truth.”
“No way!”
Enzo shrugs, takes a step back, and then casually does a backflip.
Holy fuck! How did I not know this?
My mouth has fallen open, and I’m drooling for real this time at this sexy man. I never knew I was so attracted to a man who could flip like that. But it’s incredibly sexy to know Enzo knows how to move his body like that.
“My father enrolled me in karate, gymnastics, even ballet. He thought it was important for me to know how to move my body during fights. I only did gymnastics for two years, but I was pretty good at it.”
I shake my head. So much I don’t know about him. So much I want to know. I grab the hem of my shirt and slowly lift over my head.
Enzo gasps.
I’m afraid my belly has popped, and it’s clear I’m pregnant. But when I lift the shirt off, I know that’s not why he gasped. He just loves my body as much as I lo
ve his.
I’m standing in my bra and panties.
He’s standing in his boxers.
We should stop this game.
We should fuck.
But making the first move feels like we would be surrendering to the other. I would be admitting I love him. He would be admitting he doesn’t care if I say I love you back.
So neither of us make a move.
My next truth or lie comes from wanting to give Enzo something. I can’t say I love you, but I can clear up part of my feelings. “I hate you.”
The room stills at my words. Enzo stops breathing, stops moving, and I swear his heart stops beating.
I stare at him, begging him to speak so I can tell him it’s a lie. I no longer hate him.
But he takes his time.
“Truth,” he finally says with a tick to his jaw.
The pain in that single world is too much. I shake my head. “That’s a lie. I don’t hate you, Enzo.”
A slow grin spreads on his face. “I know, I just wanted to do this.” He shoves his boxers down, freeing his enormous cock.