Page 55 of Wild Ever After
“Have you?” she asks. And then adds, “aside from this one.”
“This wasn’t a mistake,” I say. I believe that, even if it’s gotten messy. “And to answer your question, definitely.”
Crissy crosses my mind for the first time in weeks. I haven’t heard from her, though I hadn’t expected to. I was an ass. Maybe rightfully so, but it still doesn’t feel good. That situation, that was a mistake. This is…something else.
“You never really answer questions, you know that?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything. Everything. I still feel like I barely know you.”
When I don’t offer up anything, she asks, “What happened that sent you to live with your grandparents? What are you like as a boyfriend? Where do you see yourself in five years? What’s your favorite color?”
I chuckle at the last question. “Green.”
“Figures that’s the one you answer.”
“I’m not good at sharing.”
She turns fully toward me, legs still crossed. “You like games though, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll play you for answers.”
I feel the surprise of her statement lift my brows.
“Do you have any cards?” she asks.
“In the drawer in front of you.”
She leans forward, opening the drawer of the coffee table, and pulls out a deck.
“How about war? Every turn, winner gets to ask a question.”
“That’s a lot of questions.”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “Some of them will be ones you get to ask. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
I’m hesitant, but she looks so damn excited.
“I’m shuffling,” I say, motioning for the cards.
“Afraid I’ll cheat?” she asks, pretending to be offended.
I shuffle, then let her cut the deck, before I deal out all the cards.
“Ready?” Her voice is eager, and she scoots another inch closer to me. So close, I can see the outline of her black bra under the pink shirt.
“Ready.”
We flip our cards. She has a two of hearts and I pull a five of diamonds. The thrill of competition and victory lights through me.
“Your question,” she says.
I was so worried about not answering her questions, I didn’t think about what I wanted to ask her. I decide to start out easy. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Red,” she says automatically.
