Renegade
“Truth or lie?" I ask her, running my hand along her shoulder. It's hot tonight, and we're both still sweating from the workout we just put in with one another. But I know we're both energized and neither one of us will be sleeping for a while. Back to playing our game.
“Umm," she rolls closer to me, tugging the sheet up to her chest before she scrunches her nose in the most adorable way. “Sometimes I love the elaborate lies you make up, but I want a truth tonight."
“Ahhh," I throw my head back against the pillow, wondering what kind of truth I should tell her. “How old does the truth have to be?"
She sucks that full bottom lip in between her teeth and sits up crisscrossing her legs while she makes sure the sheet still covers her bare breasts. “Teenage truth," she throws down
