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I smiled and then typed my saucy response. “Does that count for mile-high club?” I could hear his chuckle through my pod and giggled.

“I’m not sure on the particulars of that one.”

I googled it for fun. “According to Google, the mile-high club does not have any provisions for self-indulgence.”

“Pity.”

“Do you want to play?”

“Some other time, perhaps. You should probably get some sleep.”

I figured it was probably for the best since I wasn’t sure how I would go about sexting him back. “A different game, then?”

“??”

“It’s called Tell Me Something. So tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“I don’t think I like this game.”

“It doesn’t have to be some deep secret, simply something I don’t know about you. It can be personal or something curious. I think it would be a nice way to get to know each other better. I’ll even go first. I can’t stand food-scented candles. I don’t understand why you would want your house to smell like cookies or chocolate or fruit. It gives me a headache.”

“I’ll file that away for future reference. All right, one thing, and then you sleep.”

Smiling, I typed a “Y.”

“Careful, I’ll start again with the first game.”

“One thing, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“I can’t stand soggy cereal. So I pour the milk, take 3, maybe 4, bites and toss the rest.”

“Funny, thank you for humoring me. Night.”

CHAPTER NINE

We arrived back in New York after the long plane ride from Hong Kong. After getting into the back of his town car, I could feel Josh’s eyes on me.

“You’re blushing,” he noted quietly.

I’d been thinking about our little game a mile high.

He hooked my pinky between us on the seat on the ride home from the airport while I felt heat already spreading from the anticipation of being alone with him.

It was late by the time we got back to the building. As we walked in through the lobby, I waved hello to Rafael.

“Why don’t you go on up? I’ll grab the Thai food from the front desk and meet you at your place in a few minutes,” Josh suggested.

Grateful to be home, I dragged my suitcase inside my apartment and thought it sure would be nice to sleep in tomorrow morning with absolutely nothing on the agenda.

Though I left my door open, I expected to go over to Josh’s place for food. But ten minutes later, he came into my apartment instead, holding the takeout bag and shutting the door behind him.

“Hungry?” he asked suggestively.

I smiled, watching as he set the bag down on my counter and then crossed the room. He pulled me to him before crushing me with his kiss.

“This is all I thought about the entire plane ride, these damn pants,” he muttered.

I giggled as he dragged them down while frantically moving me toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I took him down with me. We wasted no time in finishing up what we’d started on the plane.