I feel my shirt sliding up as I stretch to reach the box of bran, and his eyes fall on the smooth skin of my stomach.
“Not at all. You just don’t seem like a cereal girl.”
He swallows hard, suddenly not liking the game he started here in the kitchen as I lower my hands back down with the cereal in tow.
I grab the milk, a bowl, and a spoon before being a big girl and going to stand next to where he's sitting at the bar. As I toss together my breakfast, I decide to address his weird comment.
“What does a cereal girl look like?” I mock.
“Just... not like you. Going swimming?” he asks, changing the subject while clearing his throat.
“Huh?” I ask in confusion.
He reaches over and flicks my bikini-top strings that have crept out of the collar of my low-cut shirt.
“Oh,” I murmur softly. “Thought about it.”
“Me too,” he says while giving me his heart-stopping, carefree grin.
He pulls his shirt up to show the top of his swimming trunks peeking out above his shorts. Sadly, I can't even tell you what color they are, because I'm focused on the skin he just revealed - not the material.
Damn that sexy V.
He knows exactly what he’s doing right now.
“Ah. Well. I guess we think alike.”
***
Tag
She seems timid, unsure of herself, and a little caught off guard, as she drools over the bit of skin I'm showing her. It’s absolutely adorable, and I finally let my shirt fall back into place to relieve her of her burden.
I know what I have to do. I’m going to have fun doing it, too.
“How about a game of truth or dare?” I ask while leaning over the counter as she tries to focus her attention on her bowl of cereal.
I hate cereal.
She lets a sweet laugh free while shaking her head.
“I don’t think so, Tag. I don’t trust the dares you would throw my way. How about a game of just truth instead?” she counters while bringing the spoon up to her delicious lips that are turned up in a sexy smile.
Damn those lips.
“Truth? That doesn’t sound like very much fun,” I say while pursing my lips.
“It is if you raise the stakes.”
The excitement in her eyes is intriguing. What is this vixen up to?
“Elaborate.”
“Well,” she says while pushing her bowl back, "for every truth you won’t tell, you lose an article of clothing. Shoes don’t count, by the way.”
She's bolder than I thought. Fucking mixed signals.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll lie until I’m naked.”