THE DARE | BWWM 18+ (editing)

ii - am i lonely?

I R I S

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The way to win the dare is to get the person you're flirting with to look at your breasts, try to kiss you, or ask you to go out or sleep with them. I know it's extreme, but that's how we know someone's actually flirting, and not just being nice. We've all been dared to flirt with other people before which is why Amari decided to give me this dare, but it's never been this hard in the past.

All the other guys got hooked with a bat of my eyelashes or when I crossed my arms to make my chest pop up, but when I bent down to pick up my things, I gave him a perfect view of my boobs and he didn't even look. Leonardo has kept his eyes on my face this entire time like he's studying me. His eyes are trying to pry me open and read me like a book, but he doesn't know that I come with a lock and this will most likely be the only time we see each other. As soon as I complete this dare, I plan on leaving.

"Bambina huh? You're not from around here, are you?" I question him.

"I live in this city."

Well no shit, you're in a club in New York City. You didn't just walk from Michigan to get here.

"I mean the US. You were probably born somewhere else," I continue to try to make conversation.

"Italy," he simply says while taking a sip from his drink.

"That's amazing. I've never been there, but it's definitely on my bucket list." He just simply nods. "I heard it's beautiful there," I continue and he nods again. "Not much of a talker, are you?" I ask because I'm getting annoyed with the nodding. Does my breath smell or something?

"What makes you say that"? he questions.

"Well you've given me short answers, and then nodded twice when I was speaking to you. You're just not much of a talker. Right?"

Leonardo puts his drink down and looks at me once again, but it is different this time. His eyes trace my body up, then down, and back up, staring right into my eyes. His glare on me is intense and I can't understand why I crave his eyes on me more and more but honestly, what the fuck?

Why is the hottest guy here acting so weird? Winning this dare isn't that worth it if this guy is a creep. I'm usually more patient, but the alcohol in my system is not helping at all.

Forget this, I'm leaving.

I've never lost a round of club truth or dare, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Defeated, I down my drink, pick up my bag, and start to leave, but his voice stops me.

"Where are you going bambina?" he asks.

What does "bambina" even mean? I can only think of Bambi, the deer from the Disney cartoon. Either way, I'm ready to leave and I don't care enough to ask.

"Home." I simply say. He answered me nonchalantly, so I'm going to do the same. One thing about me is that I never chase a man. I know my worth, and I'm not going to let a man make me feel any less than. Kyle pushed me to the edge until I became severely depressed, so I couldn't care less about a man's attention.

"Why?"

"Because if I wanted to talk to myself, I could've done that in the comfort of my own home. Excuse me."

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I have an attitude and I'm being a bitch. Keep in mind that I'm drunk, and he started it. I am turning to walk away for a second time when his voice stops me. Again.

"Iris." Fuck, my name sounds like heaven coming from him. I want to hear him say it again and again until I melt into the sound of his voice.

"What?" I ask annoyed.