Leila's POV
"I'm glad you came." Peter whispered into my ear as his fingers not so subtly grazed mine under the blanket that was thrown over us for the purpose of keeping us all warm from the cold breeze tonight.
I quickly snatched my hand from his grip and he smirked mischievously before tauntingly brushing up against my shoulder. God this guy just does not stop huh? "Hey ease up, I'm only teasing you. You should see your cheeks, it's like I'm staring at a tomato." He cooed.
He leaned in and pinched my cheeks and I slapped them away, chuckling under my breath as I peered up at him. He smiled and nudged me in the shoulder lightly, "atta girl."
Scoffing under my breath I averted eye contact with him and let them wander over the group of us huddled together before the bon fire. Midge was cozying up to this dude I've never seen before.
Sam and Drake on the other hand were talking. . . with their mouths—communicating through spit–I think you get the memo. After their very uncomfortable expression of PDA Sam pulled away and squealed loudly.
"Let's play a game!"
"What game?" I mumbled with curiosity dripping from my voice. She turned to me and smirked a devilish smirk before averting eye contact.
"Let's play triple dog dare," She exclaimed. I let out an exaggerated groan and frowned deeply as she clapped her hands excitedly. "And what's that?" Midge inquired confusedly.
"It's the ultimate dare, you have to do whatever we dare you to do under all circumstances, no backing out, no punchies, just do it."
"I'm in!"
"What do you think, pretty face?" Peter asked. I rolled my eyes and pulled the blanket over my mouth before mumbling fine. Sam turned towards us before smirking and spinning the empty beer bottle. Luckily it didn't land on me but instead on the guy I still didn't know of.
"Uhm, Damien right?" She asked with arched brows. He nodded his head and Sam squealed once again, "okay Damien, I dare you to make out with Midge."
I think we all saw that coming.
Midges face flushed red as Damien turned towards her and with a longing smile he nodded his head, placed his hand on her cheek and without giving her a second to react he smashed his lips down onto hers.
She appeared taken aback but indeed kissed back with as much fire as he did before. I always felt awkward watching other people display such public affection so it was only natural for me to look away.
After a few minutes they pulled away and Midge peered up at Damien, a giddy look in her eyes. For some reason I feel even more down being here. Maybe it's because seeing all these people paired up together is making me miss Reese.
. . .maybe it's not.
I sighed deeply and dug my feet further into the sand beneath my feet, my mind drifting off to Reese.
"Damien your turn, spin the bottle." Sam exclaimed and he leaned forward, spun the bottle and with a heavy heart I watched as it landed on Peter. His mouth fell agape before he pulled his lips into a smirk, "wonder what my dare will be," he sing sang.
Damien's eyes flickered to me not so subtly for a quick second before he diverted them towards Midge then back at Peter. "I dare you to kiss the girl you think is the prettiest here."
I'm starting to wonder what's with all the kisses, is this the ninth grade!? We're in College for crying out loud, why didn't he dare Peter to go butt naked and run around the beach. This has got to be the lamest game of triple dog dare I've ever played before.
"No problem." Peter shrugged as he suddenly snapped his head towards me. My eyes widened and I leaned away as he closed the space between us. "Ugh guys I--I'm not gonna kiss Peter!"
"He has to do it babe!"
"Do it, do it, do it, do it." They all began chanting and I shook my head vigorously but didn't realize that the proximity between Peter and I were already closed. And then there was the touch of his lips against mine and his hand on my waist and his skin on my skin.
My eyes widened as he dragged me towards him and for some reason as if it were instinct my eyes flickered shut but I couldn't find it in me to kiss back all the way like they expected me to. It was not as if my lips were sealed and stiff but it was jerky and not synced.
Because I didn't enjoy it knowing that my boyfriend was only three hours away from me and all I could think about was him.
I pressed my hand against his shoulder and pushed him backwards. When there was enough space away from us I snapped my head away from him, hating the guilt that racked through my body. I can't believe I just kissed another guy.
"Oh my freaking god, I ship!" Sam exclaimed excitedly and I forced my smile, hating how deeper the hallow feeling in my chest grew. It was stronger, darker and it lurked behind my back taunting me.
I hate this feeling.
But no one seemed to realize it.
"Okay next dare!"