Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Liam: What do you think of that ugly Joe?

Ugly? Sigh! He isn’t that good-looking anyway. But, wait. So, he noticed him too?

Me: He is too hard to read. But he seems gross to me. Something is off and weird about him.

Liam: I thought I was assuming things. He has made my balls so hard.

Dang!

Me: Too bad I can’t feel them. Maybe my soft, magical touch could soothe them a little.

I tease. He is getting me hot.

Liam: I am just close. Those fools are already tipsy. They wouldn’t notice anything.

Me: What are you suggesting, Mr. Naughty Boy?

Liam: That, you can just crawl your hand in the short distance between us and trace my the .

Now! Now! Now! This man is really tempting my desires. They are all riled up. What do I do with him?

Liam: Why are you shying away?

Me: I am not. I’m just worried that you will not be able to stop yourself from moaning out loud the moment I start squeezing them.

Liam: Dare?

Fuck! He is testing me, right?

“What are you two doing on your phones that you cannot hear us talking to you, huh?” We snap at the voice of Mitch, standing right in front of Liam. She actually slammed her, but down between us.

The witch!

What were they saying to us, huh? Wait. The ten minutes are not over yet.

“Well, Mr.. Liam Morgan Adams? What’s it gonna be, huh?” We snap at that Joel guy’s voice as he stands up from the couch.

What’s it going to be? What’s going to be what?

“What are you talking about?” Laim asks, and the guy sighs out something close to frustration.

He is acting so jerky for a guest.

“Well, the bottle,, Liam. It’s on you.” Mitch responds boldly, pointing at the table.

Liam and I snap at the table. And there the bottle rests, its tip pointing erectly at Liam. We were not in the game, right? So why is that thing pointing at Liam? I snap at him. He is as befuddled as I am.

“We are not part of the game.” He states.

“Well, it is just a game. Do you have some naughty, dark secrets that you are afraid would be put to light? Because if not, I don’t see the point in a fully grown man getting afraid of some common truth or dare shit! Besides, we are a bit tipsy! We might not even remember what you will say or do right now when the sun rises.” Joel challenges.

Why are they so insistent? Even if it’s a game, we all have the freedom to participate or refuse, right? Why can’t they take his number?

I finally met Joel’s eyes. He is gawking at me as if I am their next target. Or what exactly can I make out of this look? We remain eye-locked as he speaks to Liam again.

“So, Liam? Truth or dare?”

Screw these morons.

“Dare!” Liam’s voice conjures my dumbstruck face. Dare? Why on earth would he choose that? They will kill him with that. But he does not seem threatened, and I can’t tell whether I am aghast or unnerved by his equanimity.

Mitch shifts in her seat, facing Liam as if she were the dare. Or is she? Wait, this witch stole a kiss from him minutes ago. What if she is up against me again? What if this is a plan to get fucked by him this time around? What the…

“Liam Morgan Adams, I dare you to kiss..." Joel waffles, and I hunch my head down with the impending shame.

I knew it! This witch knew what she was doing. She wanted to humiliate me yet again, and before that happens, I better leave. I cannot witness that again. I spring to my feet, hoping to disappear out of their sight before the stupid dare kiss starts.

“Lynda!”

Holly molly! I didn’t hear that right, did I?

“What?” Mitch screeches as she springs from her seat and stands with her back on me and Liam, bleeding her wrath on Joel, who seems like he just pulled a fast one on her.

“I dare you, Liam Morgan Adams, to kiss Lynda!” Joel repeats again, sound and bold and daring.

It seems like he had a different plan from what Mitch expected.

“You cannot be serious, Joel! This was not…” An arch formed by Joel’s eyebrow to perhaps transmit a message to her shuts her mouth shut, although anyone can tell that she is plotting how to assassinate the guy.

So she wanted to humiliate me once again? She wanted to steal another kiss and kill me with her jealousy. Well, the tables just turned. Let us see how she handles this.

I turn to Liam, and I find his eyes fixed on me as if asking for permission. How can I refuse? I trade back a look that says, ‘What are you waiting for’? He wastes no time. Slowly, he closes the gap between us as all the souls before us turn to witness this right.

He pulls me gently, his eyes lost in mine, as his gentle, loving arms cup my face, lifting it up to align it with his. I hook my arms on his back, and I close my eyes as his gentle lips crash on mine, dancing in the rhythms of love, lust, and longing. And we kiss, forgetting the otiose-skimming witch and her companions in front of us, and we get lost in the magical spark of this beautiful sin.

“Mitch!”

We should have probably leaped to check what was happening, but nothing else seemed to matter other than this kiss and this moment. Being in each other’s arms like this is much more important than caring about foolish Zipper and a witch in their midst.

The next thing we hear is the sound of the door slamming shut with a bang, and loud echoes of footsteps start fading as soon as they start coming from us. Not even that summons us from this beautiful kiss. We continue quenching our desires and shifting in our embraces as we dive more and more into the kiss.