Cheaters

Ch 4

"Okay, Liz, truth or dare," Nash said when he was finished twerking on Matt.

"Uh, dare," I said hesitantly and immediately realized that it was mistake.

"I dare you to go into another room with Matt and Anna. You have to make out with Matt for at least three minutes and Anna will tell us if you did it...or nah," Nash finished, and it gave me the shivers, Matt, too, him being the center of all of the dares.

But, all I could think about was Connor, what he would think when I was done. I looked over at him, his sad expression, this wasn't a dare so much for me, as it was for Connor. Matt muttered something about "everything being so unfair for him," and Anna laughed as the three of us walked out of the room, into Connor's.

"Wait, don't start," Anna said, "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"Okay," Matt and I responded in perfect unison, he then turned to me and said, "You're beautiful Liz, everything Connor said was true."

"T-thanks," I stammered. Matt was leaning towards me, eyes closed. His hands met my waist, and mine wrapped around his strong, upper arms, then, all of a sudden he was kissing me. And I felt something different than I did with Connor, it felt natural. "Wait, what about Anna?"

"We don't need her to watch," Matt replied, and leaned again. He picked me up in his arms and carried my the bed, laying down on his back, and setting me on top of him, our faces inches from each other. "I've like you for a while, Liz," Matt whispered, "A long while."

The glow of the Christmas lights illuminated Matt's skin perfectly, making me fall for him, forgetting Connor completely. I leaned my head, and met Matt's lips halfway, his strong hands moved from my waist, up into my shirt, and massaged my back, while my hands ruffled Matt's hair and traced his jawline. Our lips moved in unison, our legs tangled together, his hands now all the way through my shirt, rubbed my neck.

"Wait, what?" Anna stammered as she stood in the doorway, "I guess we can a...go back now."

Matt and I shot up to face her and fixed ourselves up. Matt un-ruffled his hair and I fixed my shirt. He stood up, walked past Anna, and led the way to the room. Anna leaned over and whispered, "What where you doing?! Connor's going to kill you!"