We glance at each other. Hold eye contact a second too long.
Well, technically noteyecontact.Maskcontact.
Alexandria gets up to grab tea.
“Luna,” Thor says, quieter now. “I’d love to get to know you. Outside of here. Maybe grab a beer. Just see who we are without the masks.”
My stomach flutters. “I might be open to that.”
“Cool. I like your vibe.”
I feel my cheeks heat again. “I like yours too, Thor.”
He grins. “Okay, lightning round. Favorite color—on three. One, two, three?—”
“Turquoise!”
“Teal!” he blurts at the same time.
We laugh.
“Teal and turquoise. Practically twins.”
“Yes, but teal leans more green,” he says seriously.
“Why teal?” I ask
He shrugs. “Always had this dumb fantasy. A hot tub makeout with a gorgeous girl in a teal bikini. Don’t ask me why.”
I swallow, a little breathless. “That’s crazy. I have a turquoise bikini. Well, it’s between teal and turquoise.”
“Oh?” He turns slightly toward me. “I’d love to see it sometime.”
There might not be a drop of alcohol in this place, but I swear, I’m buzzing.
“What about you?” he asks. “You got any fun fantasies? Or weird ones? Tell me, Luna.”
I pause, playing with the edge of my sleeve. “Hmm. I don’t know if mine are that weird. But I do have this one—being kissed in the rain, then, like, full-on ravished in the backseat of a truck. Windows fogged. Total cliché.”
He groans, like I’ve said something unreasonably hot. “That’s not weird. That’sclassic.Makes me want to run out and buy a truck.”
I grin. “Okay, your turn again. Weirdest turn-on. Go.”
He tilts his head like he’s thinking. “Okay. I once dated a girl who made me fill out a literal questionnaire before we hooked up.”
“What?” I laugh. “Like, a spreadsheet?”
“Yep. Google Form. Multiple choice. I took it very seriously. And one of the questions was—‘do you want to be praised for size, technique, or creativity?’”
My jaw drops. “That’s…actually kind of brilliant.”
He chuckles. “I didn’t even hesitate. I clicked ‘size.’”
“Oh my God,” I laugh. “Okay,bragging alert.”
“Hey, when you’re packing an eight and a half inch situation, you don’t need to be humble.”
I nearly choke on my tea. “Wait,what?Did you just drop aneight and a halferin casual conversation?”
