She was smiling at me, laughing at a story I was telling her about one of my Viking cousins and how I’d gone over a year ago to be in his wedding and we lost the guy during his bachelor party and wound up finding him only 2 hours before the wedding, still drunk as a skunk, wandering outside in his underwear. Her laughter was gorgeous. Her eyes were lit up and she had a huge smile on her face. She looked carefree. “Is it beautiful there? I’d love to go. I’ve always wanted to do loads of traveling.” “It is. We should go,” I smiled and squeezed her hand. Suddenly she paled. We were walking by a crowded restaurant patio and she froze in her tracks. “What’s the matter?” I frowned. She shook it off and then resumed walking. “You okay?” “Uh huh,” she replied but she clearly was not. I was hoping this wasn’t another panic attack coming on in the middle of the street.
What do You think about Truth Or Dare; The Dominator II?
