Truth Game by Chloe Walsh

Author:Chloe Walsh [Walsh, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chloe Walsh

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When I woke the following morning, it was to the sound of an obnoxiously loud alarm going off in my ears and the feel of a naked female draped on top of me.

"D," Molly groaned, slapping at my shoulder as she burrowed her face deeper into the crook of my neck. "Make it stop."

"I ain't going," I mumbled, reaching an arm out of bed to grab my clothes from last night off the floor. "Fuck Coach."

"You have practice?" Molly's voice was raspy and thick from sleep. "The morning after homecoming? What kind of a sadist monster is your coach?"

"The worst goddamn kind, baby," I grumbled, sifting through the pockets of my wrinkled suit pants until I found my phone. "Ah, for Christ's sake," I growled when I glanced at the screen and realized that it wasn't my alarm going off. I had an incoming call. "It's Rourke," I announced, frowning at the screen. "The hell?"

"Ignore him," Molly coaxed sleepily, nuzzling my throat with her lips, and causing my already hard dick to turn to fucking steel. "Leave the world outside for a little longer."

No goddamn problem.

Dismissing his call, I tossed my phone on the nightstand and gave the naked girl in my bed my undivided attention. "Morning, Molls." Pulling her close, I pressed a kiss to her swollen lips.

"Morning, boyfriend."

Two words that I had never expected to hear directed at me, but there they were.

And from Molly's lips, no less.

Jesus Christ, last night felt like a dream, but here she was, naked and draped around me in the flesh.

"Wait – was that weird?" she asked, looking a little apprehensive with those big brown eyes of hers. "Calling you my boyfriend?"

"Only if you didn’t mean it –" I paused to lean in and kiss her, "girlfriend."

"So, we're really doing this?" Her eyes danced with excitement and affection. "We're dating? Exclusively." She swallowed deeply. "You don’t regret last night?"

"Molly, the only thing I regret about last night is that it didn’t happen sooner," I told her. "That and the rum."

Her lips tipped upwards. "Well, they do say that rum is the devil's drink."

Keeping an arm slung around her back, I kept her chest welded to mine as I sank back into the mattress, needing a shower, painkillers, and a shit ton of water, but needing to keep this girl right with me that little bit more.

"Are you really hungover?"

"Yeah." Yawning, I nodded. "But it's my own damn fault for drinking half the bar last night."

"Are you going to tell your mom and Wretched about us?"

I stiffened, fucking horrified at the thought. "No," I forced myself to answer honestly. "It wouldn’t be a good idea."

"Because of that dumb fight our parents had back when we were kids?" she asked, sounding sad. "They still don’t want you to hang out with me?"

"Pretty much," I muttered, scrubbing a hand down my face.

"What was that fight even about, did you ever find out?"

Yes. "Nope. Are you gonna tell your dad about me?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "The next time he's back, I'm gonna tell him.

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