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Because I believed in rewarding myself for success.
And getting this girl to smile was the definition of success.
“Okay, what are the rules?” she asked.
Hoooonnnnk!
I cursed and waved sheepishly at the car behind us, even though L.A. drivers could care less about that kind of thing. Who knows how long the light had been green for.
“You have to tell me five truths about you. And one lie…”
“And then we guess?” she drawled.
I acted shocked. “No. We keep that lie to ourselves forever and ever.”
She giggled again…and once again touched her lips, like she couldn’t believe she’d allowed such a sound to escape.
“Okay, I’m in.”
“That’s my girl.” Her face flushed and she fidgeted in her seat.
“What’s making you blush?” I questioned, wanting to hear her say she’d liked being called “my girl.” I put my arm over her seat and dragged my fingers over her skin.
She shivered and shot me a look. “Is that one of my six things?”
My attention snagged on how fucking perfect her skin felt against my fingers and it took me a second to respond.
“No. I’ll get it out of you later,” I said, reluctantly staring back at the road. Death by car crash wasn’t going to do it for me. Death by pussy was the only way I wanted to go.
“Alright, do your six things.”
She scoffed. “This was your idea. I’m not going first.”
“Fiiiine,” I drawled as I made a left hand turn.
“I’m Tennessee born and bred, and I miss it every day. I’m hoping that I get signed by Dallas next year. I’m better at baseball than I am at hockey, but I love hockey more, so here I am. I hate scary movies and literally shriek whenever I’m forced to watch one. Diet Dr. Pepper is one of my main food groups…and…I don’t believe in love at first sight.” I gave her a challenging grin when I finished and she flushed again.
“You want to get signed with Dallas?” she said softly. “I’m actually a Texas girl. I’d love to go back.”
“Could have been a lie, angel face,” I told her with a wink and she smiled.
I hoped she could see through me. See everything I was trying to tell her.
“Alright, your turn,” I said. “And you’d better hurry because we’re almost to my place.”
“Are we not allowed to talk when we get there?”
I smirked as we pulled up to the underground garage of my complex and waited for it to open. “I personally don’t plan to do very much talking.”
She gaped at me and I gently tapped her chin to close her mouth. “You’ll need to be a little wider than that, sweetheart.”
Holy fuck, what was I saying right now? Abort. Abort. Keep your fucking mouth closed.
“Alrightttt,” she finally said in a deliciously breathy voice, obviously deciding to ignore my loss of all societal niceties. “I—I’m a huge Cowboys fan. I also consider Diet Dr. Pepper to be an essential food group. I’ve been to every major arena in the country. My favorite color is pink. I have nothing to offer anyone. And I don’t believe in happily ever afters,” her voice trailed off in a whisper at that last line, and I was stuck, soaking in the snippets she’d given me. Especially those last two…which one was the lie? Had to be the “nothing to offer”, right…hopefully. Because she had plenty to offer me. And I could change her mind about happily ever afters. It would become my mission in fact. Firmly above my previous number one goal of winning a Stanley Cup.
What a fucking night.
I pulled the truck into my spot and we sat there for a beat in silence.
