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“Why is it so much bigger than the rest of them?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed near Hunter’s legs.
Ever since I hugged him when he gave me that adorable I <3 Nebraska keychain, I’d been fighting off the urge to feel his warmth again. I didn’t exactly mean to jump on him, but when I saw the scarf he bought me in the box I couldn’t hold in my affection.
Call it what you want, but Hunter truly was thoughtful in his own way. Most people would let something as silly as a keychain slip their mind, but he saw it and I guess it held some sort of significance for him to buy me an entirely new one. What had he said?New York ain’t your home no more… maybe it’s time for a replacement…My. Freaking. Heart.
“You really wan’ talk boats with me right now?” He poked, eyeing me with that bright blue gaze.
I rolled my eyes and glanced away. “I mean… I did get you those paintbrushes.”
He snorted. “I’m not talkin’ bout boats, Bambi.”
I perched on my elbows, repositioning myself on the bed. “Well, what do you want to talk about then?”
He sunk his head further into the pillow and shut his eyes. “The definition of silence, how ‘bout we re-enact that right now?”
No freaking way he was sleeping. It was still Christmas.And then an idea hit me. I leapt off the bed and made my way to the basement stairs before he called after me.
“Where you goin’?”
“Stay put!” I commanded, hurrying to the kitchen to snag two glasses and some whisky.
When I made my way back downstairs, he was sat on the bed with his knees drawn up, eyeing the liquor in my hand.
“What’s all this?” He questioned.
I set the glasses down on the bed, pouring each of us a generous shot of brown liquid.
“Let’s play a game.” I smiled, handing him the cup.
His eyebrows raised in confusion taking the alcohol without protest. “What kind of game?”
“It’s called burning questions. I ask you something, and if you don’t want to answer it then you take a shot and vice versa.”
He let out a husky laugh, downing the glass before the game even commenced. “You’re playin’ with fire here, Bambi.”
I swished the contents of my cup, frowning in disgust. “Hunter, I hate whisky. So whatever you ask me, I’ll most likely answer to avoid drinking it. IfI’mbeing vulnerable, so are you.”
He scanned my face before grabbing the liquor bottle and refilling his drink. “Just for tonight, cause I’m feelin’ jolly.”
A wide grin stretched across my mouth as I crossed my legs and faced him. “Who goes first?”
“Your idea, your play.”
“Okay, hm…” I had so many questions, it was freaking impossible to pick one but I settled on something easier to start.
“How many girls have you slept with?”
He cocked on eyebrow, letting out the faintest laugh. “We in high school or somethin’?”
I swatted his knee. “Come on, I’m starting off light.”
“God, fuck, I don’t know. Like, twenty or some shit?”
My mouth flew open. “Twenty? That’s it?”
“You expectin’ more?” He chuckled.
“No, I mean, yes. Is that bad?”
