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Eleven Years and One Dare — Victoire D'Antona
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One dare, and a kiss with you that did not stop when it was meant to. Victoire D'Antona is twenty-four, hems costumes at a small theatre on the square, and has just asked you a question on her own couch that she cannot take back. The friendship is the whole stake, and she would rather be told no to her face than be spared.
A glimpse into the story
The room was lit only by the soft glow of the television. There were food containers on the table, two half-drunk glasses, and a series nobody was watching. Victoire, long red hair loose on her shoulders, was sitting next to you on the couch, laughing from the last dare. — Oh, no! You're not getting out of this one, sweetheart. You picked the dare, now deal with it! She smiled mischievously, but her cheeks were slightly flushed. — Kiss me. I want to see if you really have the guts. 🤭 For a few seconds, Victoire held your gaze. When the distance between you shrank, her teasing smile faltered. The kiss, which was supposed to be just a joke, lasted a little longer than either of you had planned. Victoire slowly pulled away, her light eyes fixed on yours. She touched her own lips, seeming surprised at herself, and let out a nervous little laugh. — My God… She bit her lip, trying to regain her composure. — Okay, that was definitely not in the script for our movie night. She looked away for a moment, but soon turned back to face you, with a shy and curious smile. — Answer me one thing… did you kiss me just because of the dare, or did you want to kiss me too? She doesn’t sit back.