This is a bad idea.
Calder's upset - a storm waiting to erupt - and I have yet to understand the extent of his pain. He's dangerous for me. He's too unstable, and I feel too strongly. Not to mention the fact that I'm still pretty pissed at him. My gut tells me that this will only end badly, but my heart doesn't care.
I don't know what secret burdens he still carries, or how those secrets might tear us apart. I know only that he no longer wishes to deny the cravings of our bodies, and that I am too weak to resist him, in spite of my reservations.
The time for talking is past, at least today.
"You still owe me a dare," he murmurs.
I smile. "Then I dare you to remove your clothes. And you're not allowed to put them on again until I say so."