I snorted, took a bite, then gestured between us with my fork as I chewed and swallowed. “This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done, and I haven’t even done you yet.”
His eyes twinkled. “You have some wild stuff planned?”
“I mean, I hope? If you’re game, that is.”
“Definitely.” His eyes burned with sexual promise.
My heart pounded in my ears. Having all of Mal’s energy directed my way was almost overwhelming. I shifted on my chair as I felt an answering throb between my legs.
Was I ready for Mal’s idea of wild?
Could I keep up with him?
And then my earlier doubts returned.
Was this too soon?
Was I making a mistake?
“I can hear the overthinking from here. We haven’t done anything. We don’t have to do anything. This can move as fast or as slow as you want. We’re both here for ten more days, right?”
I took another bite of my dinner, despite my churning stomach. “Um, so what do you want to talk about?”
“I’m guessing that’s a no to the tit for tat then?”
I shrugged. “I mean, to be fair, I did answer the question. You, however, did not.”
“No you didn’t. Your answer can’t be nothing. You’ve done things. You’ve had sex.” He blinked before dropping his tone to ask quietly, “You have had sex, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not a virgin.”
“Right. No. That’s good. I mean, not that it matters. Purity is a social construct. I just wanted to make sure. It’s just… What were we talking about?”
I snickered. “About how I haven’t done anything wild.”
“Right. I still maintain that ‘nothing’ isn’t an acceptable answer. One person’s tame is another’s wild. This isn’t a contest.”
“Okay.” I took another bite of my pasta and a thought swirled in my head so devious, I couldn’t not do it. “How about we play a game?”
“Oh, now you’re talking my speed.” He grinned back at me before taking a bite of his fish. “I’m in.”
“No questions? You’re just in?”
“You’re being all cute and flirty and confident. Of course I’m in.”
“Great. So you know the rules of never have I ever, right?”
He paused, his fork held in midair. He blinked at me a few times then lowered his fork to his plate. “This feels like a trap.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a game.”
“But I’m sober. So I’m not going to drink.”
“You can drink water. Think of it as a reverse tit for tat. We’re just getting to know each other.”
“It still feels like a trap.”
“Hey, we don’t have to play if you’re afraid. It’s fine.”
