She squinted at the box of condoms on the table. “They’re the right size, aren’t they?”
He glanced down at his at-attention crotch. Uh. Yes, she was definitely testing the limits of his mental health.
She absolutely could not be propositioning him. He wouldn’t say no, of course, but this felt like a trap. If it looked like a trap, smelled like a trap, and had a big ol’ latex lock on it, it was probably a trap. He lifted his eyes to meet hers.
A blush crept up her neck. “Oh my God. I meant the size of the chips! Not…” Her face was full crimson now as she glanced at his inseam.
“Why do you have condoms?” he asked slowly.
She’d brought condoms with her. A whole, unopened box.
“I don’t have condoms.” She was wide-awake now. Her eyes were huge, and her shocked expression was as if she’d licked a bacon-flavored sucker when she expected grape.
“You gave me a box of condoms.” He held up the box.
“They came with the room. I saw them when I put the menu away.”
Okay, so she hadn’t packed condoms for their hidden camera honeymoon. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved.
Disappointed. No question, really. “And they’re on the kitchen table because…?”
Lucy pressed her hands against her temples. “Someone tell me I’m still asleep.”
“Still waitin’ for that answer, Princess.”
“They’re the same size as the chip thingies you need.” Just when he thought her face couldn’t get redder, there it went. “And I cannot be responsible for the things I do when I first wake up.”
“So, we’re playingConfessionswith condoms?”
“I’m not playing a game calledConfessionswith you.” She sat in the chair he’d offered a few minutes ago and dropped her head to her hands.
“You just threw condoms at me. Pretty sure we’re playing this out.”
“This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. None of this is happening.” She glanced up briefly before dropping her forehead to her palms.
“Adorable.”
“Am not.” She shook her head, still in her hands.
“It’s cool. I’m down with condomConfessions.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Unless, you want to use them for a different game.”
Lucy looked up just as he ripped open the box.
Chapter Nine
Lucy stared at the question on the card she held, a pile of condoms stacked in front of her. Her face burned with a combination of embarrassment and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
She’d been groggy when she had agreed to play a get-to-know-you game with the one guy she didn’t want to get to know. Once again, proving to herself she should not make grown-up decisions right after waking up.
Why couldn’t they play Monopoly—a simple game with no personal sharing or latex?
Lucy was awful at playingConfessions. She didn’t want to share anything, so she passed on all the questions. She learned William’s favorite color was brown, he grew up in Confluence, and his first kiss happened when he was ten, outside the Go-fer Food store.
First of all, who chose brown as a favorite color? Second, how had she missed that he’d been raised in Confluence and his father ran Crestonebeforeshe’d made the plans to come here? Furthermore, who got their first kiss at age ten? No wonder he’d been such an esteemed tonsil-hockey player when she met him in Florida. With all those years of practice, he had already gone pro by the time he turned twenty.
“I’m losing you.” William sliced through the silence.
She squinted to focus on the question on the card. “What is the most important part of friendship?”
