Truth or Dare: A Sweet Romantic Comedy Collection by Laura Burton (i read a book TXT) 📕

to let her go again. Right here, right now, she is mine. All mine.

And I make a promise, that I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make sure I never lose her again.

Holly

I never want this to end. Who knows how long we’ve been kissing? But there’s no sign that either of us wants to slow down.

Cameron lifts me up onto his lap and we can’t decide whether to just hold each other, softly pecking each other’s lips, or lose ourselves in a deeper kiss. We keep alternating between the two.

Finally, our lungs scream for air, so we slow down and keep our clammy foreheads together, eyes closed.

We’ve both forgotten about the dare. And the camera is still precariously balanced atop Great Expectations - the perfect book for this moment.

I did come into this with great expectations, but Cameron’s response has blown them out of the water.

We’ve definitely crossed the friendship zone and are now treading on entirely new territory.

The problem is, it’s totally a one-way trip. If I mess this up, or if he changes his mind, there is no going back to being just friends.

We can’t.

Cameron’s light stubble grazes delightfully across my skin. And the press of his lips leaves a trail of heat as he kisses me from cheek to cheek, stopping briefly on the way to kiss my lips.

I expected a steamy kiss with all of my senses on fire. I expected Cameron to profess his undying love and devotion to me. Okay, maybe my fantasies also involved a marriage proposal too.

But this is so much more than love or lust. It’s something else entirely. I feel like I’ve finally come home, that the world was off-kilter and has now been put back on its proper axis.

With my eyes still closed, I drag my hands over his firm biceps, squeezing his shoulders before tracing lines up his neck. A vein pulses underneath my fingertip just below his jaw and Cameron moans in a way that makes me weak at the knees. Literally.

I wobble side to side, struggling to stay balanced on his lap, so Cameron picks me up and settles me back on the couch.

The room is now a furnace. My cheeks feel flaming hot as Cameron tries to smooth my frizzing hair.

It’s a doomed mission though. Drops of sweat are clinging to my temples and sizzling on the heat of my skin. Pretty soon, I’m gonna look like Albert Einstein.

But who cares? Cameron is still kissing me in a way I could never have imagined.

It’s as if our minds have connected, and I am feeling all of his emotions. Tenderness. Trust. Vulnerability. True devotion.

We press our heads together again, eyes still closed, panting. And for a few moments, we just stay like that, holding each other.

To anyone watching this, it must look like we’re saying a prayer. It's probably not the hot and sizzling makeout session, Michelle is expecting, but this tender moment is so intimate, it surpasses any makeout.

“I think that’s enough,” Cameron whispers. His words shatter my happy meditation. I blink at him as he leans back, breaking our connection.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, watching him pick up his phone. He glances up at me and I see that his face is red and blotchy.

“We’ve only got fifteen minutes to upload this,” he says, waving the phone at me.

“Right,” I say, remembering the reason why we’re doing this.

Cameron joins me on the couch again, tapping on his phone. “Do you want to watch it back first?” he asks. The idea has my stomach doing flips.

All I can do is nod and Cameron presses play.

While we were kissing, I imagined the most beautiful, Hollywood scene in my head. Two gorgeous lovers kissing as the camera pans around them to the sound of a symphony of heart-stirring music.

In reality, the camera is too low and angled up. The result is a view of us in the most unflattering position, ever. After I move on to Cameron’s lap, the rest of the video is a view of my back with the sound of us moaning and what can only be described as lips smacking. It’s gross.

I look away from the video to glance at Cameron with horror. He matches my expression for a moment. Then we both burst out laughing.

“We can’t upload that,” I say, tears rolling down my cheeks. Cameron shakes his head. “You’re right. We can’t.”

Our phones buzz at the same time. That’ll be Michelle again. Cameron angles his phone to me to confirm my suspicion.

Ten minutes!! – M

We look at each other. “What do you wanna do?” I ask. The corner of Cameron’s mouth rises, dimpling his left cheek as he looks at me with a twinkle in his eye.

“We can try again, or…”

“Or what?” I ask, wondering what plan he’s concocting. Cameron laughs to himself then throws his phone onto the chair across the room and reclines on the couch.

“Come here,” he says, lifting my legs to rest over his.

I lean back and Cameron rubs my foot with his strong hands. If I have any tension left in my body, it melts away under his touch.

“Forget about it,” he says softly.

I prop my head up on a cushion and take a deep breath, then exhale. Cameron starts rubbing my other foot.

“What about Michelle?” I ask. But I’m not sure I even care about Michelle and her dare right now.

“She’ll get over it.”

The two of us sit in silence as Cameron rubs my feet. I feel so light and relaxed, I might start floating any minute now.

“Holly?”

“Mmm,” is all I can say. I'm in seventh heaven.

“Truth or dare?”

I smile at the question, keeping my eyes closed. “Truth. From now on, it’s always truth.”

Cameron chuckles and squeezes my calf. “Do you want to be with me?”

I open my eyes and sit up, staring at Cameron. I'm surprised at the uncertainty in his voice. What does he think this is? A fling? A no-strings-attached date? Just what will it take to convince him that my feelings are