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I ponder the question as if I’m on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. Running through all the possible choices, but there’s only one choice. “Back to the Future. First is the best. Second one is okay but the third one was terrible. Your turn.”
“You took way too long to answer that.” Parisa reaches in, grabs a piece of paper, and unfolds it. Her eyes go wide as she clutches the piece of paper to her chest.
“Remember, it’s your game. You gotta answer.”
She pulls the paper back so she can read it. “Where’s the riskiest place you’ve had sex?”
Instinctively, I lean in a little closer, anticipating her answer. I imagine this girl has a wild side because she has been nothing but feisty toward me.
After a few long seconds, she bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes as she quickly lets it out. “The bathroom of a fast-food restaurant.”
“Oh, someone wanted more than fries with that.” I give her a teasing smirk.
She leans over and smacks my forearm. “I was in my twenties and sometimes you can’t help when you get the urge.”
“So, the milkshake really does bring all the boys to the yard.”
We both fall into a fit of laughter. We continue with the back and forth of questions and answers for several more rounds. Some questions are very general, but a couple are more risqué. I reach in, grab a piece of paper, and I read the words to myself.
“Come on. You need to read it out loud.”
Shit. Do I lie? Tell her the truth? I’ve never been a liar, so here goes nothing. “When was the last time you masturbated?”
“Oh, that’s a good one. So, Seth, when was the last time you did the sausage handshake?” She waggles her eyebrows.
Looking her straight in the eyes. “Really? Is that what you call it?”
“Stop stalling and answer the question.”
“This morning,” I deadpan.
The smile falls from her lips and the color drains from her face. “Wait, did you masturbate while I was sleeping?”
When I don’t answer right away, she grabs the pillow and throws it at me, smacking me in the chest. “Seth! That’s creepy!”
I pick up the pillow and throw it back at her. “You weren’t in the room. It was when you got coffee and I took a shower.” I don’t mention I was thinking about her the entire time. So, I divert the question back to her. “When was the last time you did a little finger painting?”
“Finger painting? What the hell is that?”
“Oh, you know.” I hold up two fingers like I’m fingering the air.
“That’s a terrible name. And it wasn’t my question, so I don’t have to answer.”
“Maybe we should throw that one back in there, then.” I reach for the paper, but she slaps my hand away.
“Not so fast. That’s not how the game goes.” She scolds me, but the gleam in her eyes tells me something else.
“I’m starting to think you’re making up the rules as we go.” This time I get a full belly laugh as she falls over onto the bedspread. She has never looked so adorable. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this. She seems so alive and carefree. And most importantly, doesn’t seem to hate me as much. And that thought puts a smile on my face.
Finally, when she collects herself, she brushes a lock of hair out of her face before tilting her head to the side. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I ask, knowing she knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Like you either want to kiss me, or you’ve just figured out your plan on how to kill me and hide my body.”
I sit up and lean over so I’m right in front of her. “Well, it’s definitely not the second one.”
Her eyes search mine intently, waiting for me to make the next move. The air between us is thick with tension. Her breathing becomes heavier as her lips part slightly. I know she wants me to kiss her, but not yet. I need her to want this as badly as I do. Slowly, I back out of her space and throw myself on the bed, my back resting on top of the blanket. “I like this side of you, that’s all. You’re fun and carefree.”
