Page 103 of Nails
She smiled, her cheek brushing his shoulder.“Yeah, it’s nice.”
After a few more seconds had passed, he nudged her playfully.“Wanna play a game?”
She raised an eyebrow.“A game?”
“Nothing complicated,” he said with a grin.“Favorite things.I ask one, you ask one.”
She smiled.“Okay.You go first.”
“All right.Favorite food?”
“Easy.Tacos,” she said.
“Seriously?”Nails teased.
“Hey, I’ve been known to risk it all for street tacos.My turn.”
“Favorite color?”she asked.
“Gray.”
She gave him a look.“That’s not a color.That’s emotional indecisiveness.”
“I like what I like,” he shot back, smirking.“My turn.”
She sighed.“Fine.”
“Favorite position?”he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Riley quirked her eyebrow.“Combat stance.”
“Not what I meant,” he grinned.
“Still applies.It’s a position.”
“So, tactical.Dangerous.Sexy as hell.”
“Exactly.Also, flexible.”
“Marry me?”
Riley laughed.“My turn.Favorite place to kiss someone?”
Nails grinned.“Anywhere you’ll let me.”
“Smooth.”
“What?Is that not the answer you wanted?”
“It’s the answer I expected.Horn dog.”
Nails laughed.“Favorite way to relax?”
Riley sighed.“A bubble bath with a glass of wine, while listening to a true crime podcast.”
“So, murder and Merlot.Good to know.”
“Hey, you say that like it’s a red flag.”
