I blinked and looked back down at my screen as if I hadn’t been burning a hole through his skin.
“You ready?” The amusement in his voice set my skin aflame.
“Yeah, just waiting for you to rehydrate,” I muttered. “You gulp like a goat.”
“What was that?”
“Let’s start from the top.” I cleared my throat. “Shall we?”
He chuckled and gestured for me to continue.
“Favorite holiday?” I asked.
David’s brow furrowed. “How is that at the top?”
“Just answer the question,” I said. “Mine’s New Year’s Eve.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “New beginnings. Fresh starts. It’s fun creating mood boards. Everything feels possible right after the clock changes.”
David nodded. “Of course. I should have guessed that one.”
I didn’t react to his disparaging sigh because I’m the bigger person. And I’m also the person in need, so I let the pettiness go for the night.
“I don’t like holidays,” he said simply.
I swallowed a sigh and tried to smile. “That’s… valid.”
It killed me not to argue. David grinned and leaned back on his hands. I didn’t look at the small bit of skin revealed when his shirt lifted. Or rather, I didn’t look long.
“You really think so?”
My gaze flickered to the new shape his arms made in this position. I shifted my weight on the cushion, testing out a better position.
“I do.” I typed down his answer, taking more time than necessary because I couldn’t quite get my fingers to work with my brain.
“Next question,” I said, a little breathy. “Any allergies?”
“Chocolate. You?”
“Fish,” I said. “What did you want to be growing up?”
“A landscaper,” David said simply.
I paused. “Landscaper?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, not looking like he was going to elaborate until I removed my hands from the keyboard and tucked them under my thighs in wait.
“I looked up to the guys who rode around all day on lawnmowers. It seemed fun. And I enjoyed being outside back then, so… it just felt right.”
“That’s… kind of cute,” I said after a few seconds of silence.
He scoffed. “Yeah, okay, Yara. Next question.”
“I’m not messing with you. I swear.”
“What about you?” He sounded more than ready to turn the attention away from himself. “What did little Yara want to be? Let me guess, Madam President?”
