What If

“I’ll be there tomorrow; just tell me when. I’ll find someone to work for me tomorrow.”

“I’ll text you the time. I’m supposed to get a phone call with more information today,” he responded.

“Alright.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Briar,” he said with softness.

He hung up, and I whispered, “I love you, Arrow.”





Arrow did text me when he found out times and told me when I could show up at the hotel. Then, the day he had to be at the hotel, he texted me again and gave me his room number. As soon as I had all the information, I was in my mom’s car, without her permission, speeding to Arrow.

When I got there, I ran to the lobby doors as I hit the lock button on the car keys. It was a nice hotel, one I wouldn’t have been able to afford. There were fresh flowers in vases throughout the common room. The floor was made of a nice, warm tile and the walls were a deep taupe. After my brief examination, I dashed to the elevators and hit the button. When the elevator arrived, I stepped inside and hit the fifth floor button, making it glow. It seemed like a decade before I reached his level and for the doors to let me out of the metal box.

I was down the hall and knocking on his door, panting a little, and feeling like it’d been years since I’d seen Arrow. I made an oath as I waited for him to answer the door that I wouldn’t think about all the hurt feelings from the past, that I wouldn’t allow those thoughts to ruin my time with him before he was gone. It was time that I reminded myself that, before anything else, Arrow was my closest friend.

The door was opened hastily to a breathtaking, shirtless Arrow. I threw myself against his body. I didn’t think twice about the action, didn’t question whether or not I was being too blatant with my emotions; I just reacted. He held me close to him, pulling me further into the room and kicking the door closed behind us.

“Hey there,” he mumbled into my hair.

“I don’t want you to leave, Arrow,” I whispered into his neck.

“I know,” he said.

“I’m sorry we’ve been fighting so much,” I said, refusing to let go of him.

He ran his hands down the back of my head, through my hair. Every so often his fingers would get tangled in a knot, and he’d gently loosen the knot and then slide his digits back through it. He laughed, “We’ve both been moody, haven’t we?” he asked.

“Yeah, and it’s stupid. We should’ve been making the most of the time. Not arguing.”



The truth was I didn’t mind arguing with Briar because when she fought with me, I saw this burning passion in her eyes. She’d get so riled up over the smallest things, and it’d make me feel like there was something deeper hiding in the depths of those brown eyes. It was like that when she got upset over me leaving. I didn’t enjoy seeing her upset, but at the same time, it showed me how much she cared. It mattered that I could make her laugh until her voice was raw, make her furious to the point that she wanted to hit me or sad enough that she couldn’t get words out through the tears. It mattered because it was real.

I yanked on her long, dark blonde hair. She squealed as her head jerked back. I chuckled and kissed her left cheek.

“I haven’t gotten to get a look at you since you got here,” I explained.

She rolled her eyes but stepped out of my arms, which was not what I wanted. I allowed her to move anyway.

“Want to watch some television or something?” she asked. She took a running start from where we stood and launched herself onto the queen sized bed. She always did that. She liked the way she would bounce up and then fall back down. I shook my head at her as I walked over and sat down next to her. She was lying on her stomach, the remote in her hand, flipping through the channels. Her grey shirt was riding up her back, showing the skin between it and her jeans. I saw the top of her black panties peeking over the top of her pants. I adjusted my junk as my eyes traveled down to her toned ass.

“Ugh, there’s nothing on,” she complained and turned the television off. She flipped onto her back and looked up at me from her lying down position. “What do you want to do?” she asked.

“Talk,” I shrugged. “I don’t know when I’ll get to talk to you next,” I explained.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked. I watched as some of the light disappeared from her features. “Lacey? You want to talk about her?” she asked.

I sat back, leaning against the headboard. “Do you want to talk about Killian?” I countered. Her nose scrunched up. The smile I gave her was a sad one; I’d never know what it felt like to kiss her lips, touch her intimate skin, hear her voice when she’s coming, or see her face when she called out my name. I’d never know any of those things, but someone else would; someone like Killian would know those things about her.

“No,” she said simply.

I grabbed her left foot and moved my hand to her calf, underneath her jeans, and jerked her towards me.

“Come here,” I said and pulled again.

She sat up and moved over to me, on her knees. I patted my thighs. Without stopping, she moved onto my lap. She was straddling me. My dick pressed against the part of her I’d never get to see, touch, taste, or feel. She grinned at me and raised an eyebrow. “Is that a phone in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?” she teased.

She shifted in my lap causing me to groan. “I have a pretty girl in my lap, and I’m a guy…”

Her cheeks turned bright red, but she threw her head back and laughed. She moved a little further down my thighs so she was no longer pressing against my erection.

“You know that first night when we met?” she asked.

I nodded, knowing she was referring to the party.

“I walked into the living room after I woke up and saw everyone playing truth or dare. You were dared to kiss Darcy,” she stated.

I never knew how much she saw that night. Knowing she saw that made my stomach clench painfully.

“Yeah, everyone wanted to play,” I said.

“Well, I didn’t get to play.” She frowned.

“And you want to?” I asked, not really understanding what she was saying to me.

“I want to play truth or dare with you. Right now.” She unconsciously bit down on the tip of her lower lip. It was good she wasn’t sitting against my dick because that movement made it twitch in my pants.

“Just you and me?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not?” she smiled.

“Okay. Is anything off limits?” I wondered, putting my hands on her thighs. She looked down at my hands but didn’t move them.

“No,” was her answer.

I let out a quivering breath. I wasn’t sure what to do with this. Did she just want to play so we would have something to do? A better way to talk? Or was it more than that? I was usually good at reading her, but I didn’t understand this.

“Truth or dare?” I asked her.

She puckered her lips and moved them to the side in thought. “Truth,” she said.

“How many guys have you slept with?” I asked. I’d been dying to know the answer to that for a long time. As far as I knew, she’d only been with Kai. But they had been broken up a long time now, and I knew she dated casually.

She looked away shyly and then at my chest when she answered. “Just one.”