Beauty and the Bastard
"Truth or dare?"
Oh, dear fucking God, don't pick dare. Please don't fucking pick dare.
"Dare."
Fuck.
Garrison's smug smile spread into a smirk, and his eyes filled with discord and nothing that could lead to anything good. He stood up and walked up to her, his eyes darkening with something that made my stomach lurch. He leaned down to her and whispered. "I dare you to come back to my hotel room with me."
My jaw clenched. Tight, hard. My hands curled into fists, and my eyes narrowed as I held my breath for Leia's response. It felt like an eternity, sitting here, waiting to see what she would say to such a fucked-up request.
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