“No,” he laughs. “Jesus Christ, no.” He shrugs. “Got in some fights, but no, Ivy. I’ve never killed anyone.”
He gives me a look as he grins and sips his beer, shaking his head.
“Truth or dare, Debbie Downer.”
I poke at the sand by my feet with a finger.
“Truth.”
“Ever thought of me while you were masturbating?”
My face goes bright red as I jerk my head up to stare at him.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Well shit! You asked me if I committed fucking murder!”
My face goes red.
“Ivy…” he teases, grinning wickedly at me as he wags his eyebrows.
“I…I don’t know,” I mutter.
“It’s truth or dare, Ivy.”
I look away sipping at my beer.
“Maybe.”
He chuckles. “Ivy-”
“Okay fine, yes.”
He’s silent, and when I turn back, he’s smirking at me smugly, his hand pushing through his hair.
“Oh yeah?”
I scowl at him. “Yeah, and it was awful.”
He laughs, his eyes dipping over me as his brows shoot up again.
“Oh shut up.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Again?”
“I’m full of surprises.”
“Fine. Have you?”
“Have I what.”
I blush, almost not believing that I’m actually asking him this.
“Ever, you know, thought of me when you…” I trail off as he meets my eye.
“All the time.”
I look away, my face hot. But when I turn back, he’s still right there, looking right at me.
“Well then…” I mumble, swallowing thickly.
Silas smiles. “Truth or dare.”
I don’t think I can take what he tosses my way next in the truths department.
“Ugh, fine. Dare.”
His lips curl devilishly. “You sure about that?”
No.
“Yep,” I say defiantly.
He shrugs, leaning back against the log behind him.
“I dare you strip down and go skinny dipping.”
My jaw drops. “I will not!”
“Hey, you said dare.”
“Yeah, but it’s dark!”
“I’ll go with you if you want.”
The smirk on his face says he’s only half kidding.
Actually, I don’t think he’s kidding at all.
“No way.”
“Ivy-”
I can feel my whole face go red.
“Okay, okay. Fine.”
I stand and start to reach for the button of my shorts when I glare at him. “Turn away.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, you know.”
“Watch it.”
He grins. “Fine.”
He turns his head as I slip my shorts down and pull the tank-top over my head. I toss my bra down before covering my breasts with my arm.
“Finished?”
“Yeah.”
He stands, reaching for his belt.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you, going with you.” He turns, and I can feel the heat from his eyes as they dip over my basically nude body.
I swallow.
“Fine.”
He drops his pants and yanks his shirt off.
God.
Even in the darkness, I can see how hard and how chiseled his body is; how much of a man he’s turned into since before.
He turns away from me and drops his briefs.
“Your turn,” he says with a chuckle.
I tear my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted ass and turn, dropping my panties and covering myself with a hand as I turn back, even though it’s dark.
And then I’m standing, naked, five feet from a very similarly naked Silas Hart.
A terrible, terrible idea.
“Race you down there?”
I can see that grin of his sparkling in the moonlight.
I make a face. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say hesitantly.
But suddenly I’m bolting down the beach, laughing as he shouts and gives chase.
I shriek as I hit the water, the ocean so cold it shocks me and takes my breath away. I can feel the Atlantic chill shiver through me as I go under, making me feel alive as it tickles and teases across my bare body.
Silas hits the waves next to me, diving in before coming up for air and gasping.
“Fuck, that’s cold.”
“It’s always cold!” I giggle.
My skin is like ice, my nipples hard as two little pebbles atop my breasts, even with the hot summer night air. I’m not covering anymore, either. I’m standing waist high in the low waves, my breasts definitely on display for him, but I don’t care.