He licks his lips. “Wow. We should finish washing up.”
“Spoilsport.” I peck his nose, which is damp from the bubbles, and then turn to the sink to do the rest of the washing-up.
“Now what?” Emory’s voice tremors.
I stroke his cheek with the crook of my finger. “Nervous?”
“A little. Excited too. I’ve never—but I want to—”
“Finish a sentence.”
He fans his face. “Can’t. You’re making me too flustered.”
I point at myself. “I’m making you flustered? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re being you.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Yes. You’re so—” He gestures to me.
I laugh. “All right, then.” I take his hand and lead him into the sitting room.
“What are we going to do?”
“Something that will help you relax.” I tug him onto the sofa and sit, turning to face him, with one knee resting on the seat.
“What?”
“Have you ever played Two Truths and a Lie?”
Emory scrunches his face up. “No, but it’s obvious how you play.”
“Let’s throw in some extra rules.”
He tilts his head.
“If we guess the truths and lies correctly, we get rewarded with a kiss.”
“Do we get punished with a kiss if we get them wrong?”
I clutch my stomach and cackle. “Nice try, Emory. This repressed nerd act is sexy.”
He dips his chin. “It’s not an act.”
I grasp his cheeks gently and kiss him. “I know. I was teasing. I’m sorry. I’m glad you enjoy kissing.”
“I enjoy kissing you and Casey.”
I smile and press my lips against his. “Good to know. I enjoy kissing you too.”
“Two Truths and a Lie?”
“Right. You go first.”
He covers his face with his hands. “Why are you putting me on the spot?”
“Because I know you’ll come up with something brilliant.”
