“Uh, star, I guess. It can have as many points as you want it to and no one is going to judge it.”
“Mm. I’m going to go with a circle. It’s always round and never ends.”
“Favorite article of clothing?” I asked.
“Ah. Underwear. It keeps my junk in place and not sticking to my thighs.”
I laughed. “I like socks. Never been a fan of my feet being bare.”
“Favorite animal.”
“Oh, a red panda. They’re so goddamn adorable.”
“Wolf. They’re peaceful, but will rip your throat out if need be.”
“Favorite destination.”
“That I’ve been to or want to visit?”
“Been to.”
“Hm,” he answered, thinking about it. “I guess, Easter Island. It’s like taking a step back in time; seeing everything that’s there from an entirely different and lost civilization.”
“On the same note, I’d say anywhere in Europe. Their history is so vast and filled with angst. Everywhere you look, there’s something new to learn.”
“Favorite person.”
I looked at him, brow raised. Neph grinned. “Outside of this house. You’re not allowed to choose favorites here.”
“I don’t know that I really have a favorite. I love my family and my friends.”
“My grandpa.” He looked back at the ceiling. “Doing little things like fixing the car, floating in the pool, watching fishing on television. Taking a nap after a holiday meal. I’d soak up all those little moments that weren’t anything big and yet I remember them all.”
That’s what I was doing these days. Soaking up moments that weren’t important and maybe meant nothing in the big picture. They didn’t unveil something huge or lead to a monumental or pivotal point in our relationships. But they were the little grains of sand that built the sandcastle.
“Favorite dance.”
“Electric Slide.”
I burst out laughing. “Why not the Macarena? I bet you can shake your hips real sexy like.”
“I can.” He waggled his brows. “Need another demonstration of my rocking hips?”
Grinning, I said, “Mine is the rumba. It’s all sensual and romantic.”
“We’re talking ballroom dancing, huh?”
I shrugged. “Any dance. Dancing is dancing.”
“Favorite insect.”
Scrunching my nose, I shook my head. “Insects are yuck.”
“They serve purposes.”
“Fine. Honey bee.”
“Same.”
