[I know that I said that I wanted to do justice to the story, but I figured it would be okay if I skipped ahead a little. If any of you want to read the events leading up to this scene, just PM me.

This scene takes place about a month after the last.

One more thing: since Connor and Kylie's relationship has developed a lot since the last chapter, I included a few details... No worries--I'd still rate the story as PG-13.]

I'm in the middle of cooking ramen noodles when my phone starts ringing. I wipe my hands on a towel lying on the kitchen counter and take my phone out of my back pocket. It's Connor.

"Hey," I pick up. "Can I call you later? I'm kinda busy with something."

It takes Connor a few seconds to respond, which piques my concern. "This is important."

Something in his tone makes me walk over to the stove and turn it off. I take a seat behind the counter. "What's wrong?"

Again, Connor doesn't speak for a little bit. "You know the promise we made?" His voice shakes.

My concern deepens. Is he...? "Yeah, I remember." Shelby (my roommate) walks into the kitchen and starts to talk to me, but I put my finger to my lips. She nods and goes back to her room.

"You probably want to be here right now."

I stand up, stride over to my room, and grab my car keys. "I'll be right there."

"Okay. See you soon."

"See you soon." I end the call and open the front door.

"Wait!" Shelby appears again, carrying my coat. She brings it to me. "Don't forget this."

"Thanks." I throw the coat over my shoulders, walk out of the dorm, and lock the door behind me. Shivering, I walk over to my car, careful not to slip on any black ice. Once in my car, I crank up the heat and drive away.


It only takes me five minutes to reach Connor's dorm. Once there, I take out the spare key Connor gave me (even though we're technically not allowed to give keys to people who don't live in the dorm) and open the door. I close it quickly behind me.

I search the living room for Connor. When I can't find him, I walk over to his closed bedroom door and knock gently. "Connor?"

Even through the door, I can hear a sniffle. "Come in."

I open the door and walk in. Connor's sitting on his bed, leaning his back against the wall. A roll of toilet paper sits beside him, and a few used wads litter his bed. His nose and cheeks are red. He meets my gaze, leans to the side to look behind me, and gestures at the door. "Can you close the door?"

Wordlessly, I close it. He clears a space on the bed beside him, and I slide into the spot, enveloping him in a hug. I wait before repeating the question I asked him over the phone. "What's wrong?"

He sighs deeply. "It's this stupid job thing again. I think I screwed up the interview I had today."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, gathering him even closer.

He rests his head on my chest, only to lift it back up. "You can take off your coat. It's pretty toasty in here."

He's right. I break the hug momentarily to take off my coat and toss it onto the floor. Normally, I would take the time to hang it on an extra hanger in his closet, but these are not normal circumstances.

This time, Connor initiates the hug. He leans his head on my chest again. His body feels warm against mine, and I can't help thinking about the last time we were this close together--except that time, we didn't have any clothes on. I allow myself a second to remember that moment before returning my thoughts to the current moment. I bury my fingers in his blond, wavy hair.

While we embrace, I focus on saying calming phrases and waiting until his shaky breath evens out. I shed a few tears as well, almost feeling the sorrow he's feeling. A while after he stops crying, we break apart simultaneously. I wipe away the wetness on his face, even daring to kiss the salty tears a few times. Connor keeps his gaze cast downward. He reaches up and touches the wet spot (from his tears) on the neck of my shirt. He glances up to meet my eyes.

"Sorry," he says.

"It's okay." I struggle to find something comforting to say, but words fail me. Instead, an idea enters my mind--something that might help him feel better. I catch his hand--which is still pressed against the wet patch on my shirt--and lower it to my left breast.

His eyes widen a little as he realizes what I'm thinking. He shakes his head and gently removes his hand. "I don't think I can tonight. Sorry." He looks at me, his eyes deep with regret and still glistening from crying.

I cup his face in my hand. "Seriously--it's okay. We don't have to today."

Regret remains in Connor's eyes. Unable to stand it anymore, I hug him again. "I'm glad you were able to call me."

"Me, too."

Almost immediately after he says that, Connor's phone rings. He breaks the hug and pulls his phone out of his pocket, his brow furrowed. He answers.

"Hello?...yes, I'm Connor...really? That's great!...yes. I can start this Monday...thank you...I'll be there...'bye." Connor hangs up and stares at his phone screen, baffled.
 
I can't contain myself anymore. "You got the job?"

He turns to look at me, his jaw hanging open. "Yeah, I did."

"That's great!" I reach over, close his jaw, and kiss him squarely on the mouth.

Connor still looks baffled. "I thought I messed up..."

"It sounds like they were impressed, especially since they called so soon." I grin.

"Well," he looks at me, slowly beginning to grin. "I guess that's that."

"Yup," I say, my cheeks hurting from grinning so widely.

A mischievous look enters Connor's eyes. He glances down at my lips, and we kiss.

I open my eyes once we come up for air. I'm pretty sure I'm the one with the mischievous look, now. "Do you want to..."

"Hell yeah," Connor breathes. We kiss again.

[I would continue writing, but then this story wouldn't be PG-13 anymore, lol. That's the end of "Truth or Dare", unless you guys request more. Thanks for reading. ]

You’re absolutely right! I didn’t even think about writing a scene where she calls him. I will write that scene ASAP.

Hope Azutid is well, she is keeping us (at least me and PrincessLucky) in suspense for over a month waiting for the next chapter.

I don't know what happened to azutid, hope she is alright, do you think anyone should write an alternative pending chapter (the one that was coming up but never did), or should we be patient and wait for azutid to finish it?
Just giving it some thought, as the next chapter seemed very promising.

I hope Azutid is not far from here, Princess_Lucky1731 I'll give it a shot, I know I am not as good as a writer as Azutid, but here goes nothing.

Kylie’s POV

I am still shivering from cold, my clothes are very wet from the snow, Connor guides me to the couch, I slump, still tense from trying to keep the tears inside my eyes and stifle the sobs, but now that Abby has left, I am relaxing, lowering my guard,  I know that I will start crying any second now, even though I don’t like crying, this situation is more than I can handle.

For some reason I still feel tense and cannot fully release, I am still fighting the tears, that honestly, are winning the battle, I can feel them in my eyes, I can barely see anymore, my eyes are brimming with tears, my body is shaking, partly because of my wet clothes and partly because of the pressure I am holding in. I didn’t even notice when Connor took my boots and socks off and brought a white with red stripes sleeveless top, and a pair of baby blue shorts. Connor notices I was not reacting at all, I tried talking but was afraid I would burst in tears if I did, so after an uncomfortable silence, Connor took my jacket away, lifted my arms to remove my sweater and with it my undershirt, immediately putting me on the top he brought from the closet, with that set, he unbuttoned my pants and strongly pulled them down, I barely lifted myself from the couch to allow him to remove them, I was starting to come back to my senses, when I felt his hands caressing my bare thighs when he was raising the shorts up to my waist, the dam broke, all the tears I was barely holding in my eyes and eyelashes escaped and fell fast down my cheeks, I felt the huge, round liquid droplets burn my cold cheeks leaving several warm tracks on my face, I felt I couldn’t resist the pain any longer, I felt a bit self conscious as my face made an ugly expression, my eyebrows tensed, my lower lip curled, I couldn’t even silence my sobs, my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Connor, surprisingly, as if everything was under control, as soon as he properly helped me put my shorts on, he went back to sit right next to me, placed his right hand, open on my trembling thigh, leaning partially on it to kiss a tear from each cheek, then my pouty lips. I couldn’t even respond to the kiss, he leaned back a bit, caressed my still shaking thigh, gently moving his hand from my upper thigh to my knee then slowly moving to my inner thigh raising it along all the way to the short seam several times, giving me much needed warmth, while wiping my tear streaked cheeks with his other hand, while I was still loudly sobbing.

He kept caressing my thigh and wiping my tears until sobs subsided, he waited patiently for me to talk, I blurted out what happened with my parents and the tears, without warning, burst out like a waterfall down my face. Connor lifted my leg, from the back of my knee, sat closer to me, he gently wiped my cheeks with both thumbs and gave me a warm hug, I saw my big, round, heavy tears, fall directly from my eyes to Connor’s neck, splashing a bit and rolling down his collarbone, as I felt his fit abs crashing with each of my sobs.

I started to get turned on feeling Connor’s body so close to mine, I bent my knee, rubbing my calf agains his ribcage, I felt him shudder, he broke the hug, smiling at my tear streaked face, I continued rubbing my calf and my thigh on his side.
He grabbed my outer thigh, I felt it jiggle against his hand, and caressed all the way down to my calf, feeling its shape, smoothness, I couldn’t do anything but shudder in excitement, feeling my calf jiggle in his hand. I kissed Connor’s lips, then rubbed my cheek against his, feeling the wetness on my tear streaks transfer to his cheek, as he firmly patted my thigh, making it jiggle like jello once more.

I started undressing Connor, as the occasional tear slipped from my eyes, Connor gently brushed them with his fingers, and we ended up in the couch, naked… (I would continue, but I will respect Azutid’s lines on not going further)