The Dare – A Steamy Standalone Instalove Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)

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The Dare - A Steamy Standalone Instalove

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Flora Ferarri

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They dared me to do it. Ask an older man to kiss me, full on the lips. Like they do in the movies. Well, maybe not exactly like they do it in the movies.
My mom wasn’t that keen on the idea, but my best friend Suzanna? She and I have a lot to catch up on during my trip home from college.
A little adventurous train ride on account of my fear of flying. I’ve missed both mom and Suze like crazy, but playing truth or dare?
Should seem childish. It is childish, but I’m not one to back out of a dare. Especially once I see the older man I’m supposed to ask for a kiss.
At first, I think no way. I’ll make a complete fool of myself.
But once he lays eyes on me though, it’s like a light goes on. And a feeling comes over me that I’ve never felt before. Truth or dare?
The truth is I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Nothing less.
The train was my idea, the vacation to nowhere wasn’t. I needed a break, but I have to wonder, a break from what exactly?
My whole life’s a vacation. Almost. I’m not the richest guy in the world, but I’m fairly comfortable. I’ve got everything I need and plenty to spare, but there’s just one thing missing.
Someone special to share it all with. The train’s almost empty, and I have first class all to myself.
Like all the other fine things I have, I can only seem to enjoy them by myself it seems. Until I see her.
I meet her in the strangest way. The most amazing way I could imagine.
Looking back, kissing her so soon after we meet isn’t the first thing I want to do.
But it’s the most innocent thing we could get away with in public.
Dared to kiss an older man?
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Flora Ferarri

Chapter One


“Truth or dare?” Suzanna asks me. Her eyes narrow with intensity but her creeping smile gives her away.

I roll my eyes, sighing loud, trying to be annoyed with my best friend.

“Suze. We’ve played eye-spy, counted railway crossings and now you wanna keep up with truth or dare?” I ask, hearing my voice move up to a steady whine.

Long haul, cross-country train rides aren’t my idea of fun.

Oh wait, this was my idea.

Short airplane flights in cattle class are a thousand times worse for me, so my trip home from college had to be land-based travel only.

I thought a train trek with my mom and best friend would be something we’d remember for the rest of our lives.

Like a mini-vacation.

Romantic even.

I think we’ll remember, but maybe not for the right reasons if Suze insists on playing dumb games the whole way.

“Truth or dare?” Suzanna says again, impassive. Ignoring my attempts to get out of it playing this game.

I try to growl in frustration, but Suze’s face is so funny, so serious that I just have to laugh.

In no time, we’re both laughing like maniacs without even knowing why.

I’ve never had so much fun with Suzanna as on this trip home and it’s still only our first day.

I’ve missed seeing her every day for four years but she’s still my bestie.

Always will be, no matter what.

Just when it feels like she’s gonna start up again with truth or dare, I hear my mom coming back into the railcar lounge we’re hanging out in for the afternoon.

Train travel isn’t popular anymore, or maybe we just got lucky. But we have what looks like a whole car to the three of us so far, and the sleeper is just us too by the looks.

It feels like we have the whole train to ourselves, but mom, who likes to explore, tells us both otherwise.

There are other people on the train, but not many. One, in particular, she starts to mention, but blushes.

“You see something you liked?” Suzanna teases my mom, but I let her.

Anything to get me out of another round of truth or dare is fine with me.

Mom laughs, still blushing.

“Oh no, Suze… You know I’m on my way to patching things up with Neil,” she says with a dreamy look.

Neil is my dad.

When he was there that is.

All three of us go quiet, like a spell might be broken, jinxed if we even talk about the possibility of my mom and dad getting back together.

It’s Suzanna’s turn to blush as she realizes her comment was in bad taste.

No skin off my nose. Dad’s been like a stranger my whole life, so if mom wants to rekindle things between them now, go for it.

Just don’t try to include me.

I’d rather not think about the man personally.

Suze opens her mouth to speak, to apologize but mom changes the subject.

Like a fresh breeze, she’s usually always able to shift the mood of any situation just by being herself.

“So!” Mom exclaims loudly, banishing any question on her own romantic plans, “What are you girls doing to pass the time?”

I stifle a groan, knowing that mom just loves games on a train or anywhere else as much as my best friend does.

“Truth or dare,” Suzanna says triumphantly, making my mom laugh and clap her hands in front of herself, her eyes shining with mischief as she looks directly at me for some reason.

“Great! Whose turn is it?” she asks, and Suzanna’s shifting gaze completes the circuit of all eyes on Natasha.

I’m ‘it’.

Fine. I’ve got twelve more hours of this, may as well try to have some fun at my own expense.

“Truth,” I murmur, looking out the window, not even trying to hide my disdain for this game especially.

Too many bad memories for me, but none of them involve my mom or Suzanna.

Just college stuff.

The landscape outside hasn’t changed anyway, so it's barely worth a glance.

It’s either green squares of farmland waiting for the crop, or yellow squares of the flowering crop. Canola or corn, I think.

Not very panoramic after three hundred miles…

Suzanna hums with interest as if I’ve surprised her with my choice from the two.

My mom gasps for effect as both of them seem suddenly in on something, even whispering and giggling to each other to make it more suspenseful.

I click my tongue in disapproval, knowing my conscience is clear.

There’s no way either of them could ask me a question I wouldn’t want to answer.

I don’t think there is any way.

“Did you go all the way in college? And how many times?” Suzanna asks, making my heart stop.

Mom gasps for real this time and shoots Suzanna a serious look.

I feel a stab of hurt in my chest, the place where my heart just shriveled up and died.

I thought Suzanna had more tact than this, but it’s never been like her to be subtle about anything really.