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I remind myself to buy a journal and write that sentence down repeatedly like a lovesick schoolgirl. I never want to forget those words. I never want to forget this feeling. I never want to forget this night.
Unable to wait a second longer, I slide my hands up the nape of his neck before tangling my fingers into his messy hair. I give the back of his head a soft tug, pulling him towards me until I feel his hot breath blowing against my skin. I need to kiss him. I need to feel the slide of his lips against mine. I don’t care how shitty of a person that makes me. I don’t care about anything else but this man who’s worshiped the ground I’ve walked on since we boarded this ship.
His lips faintly brush against mine before he pulls back to stare at me.
No. Don’t pull away. Kiss me.
“Let’s play a game,” he rasps.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, disappointment etched across my furrowed brows.
“You said we barely know each other, so let’s resolve that little issue before you completely fall in love with me and I ruin you for all other men,” he smirks.
Why do I feel like he’s already ruined me? Why do I feel like there’s no coming back from this?
“You are so full of yourself,” I roll my eyes while shaking my head.
“Let’s play three questions.”
“Three questions?” I laugh, arching a brow.
“Yeah, it’s simple,” he shrugs. “I ask you three questions, and you do the same. The only rule is that we have to answer truthfully.”
“Uh… Isn't that game called twenty questions?”
“Yes, but I don’t think either of us will make it to twenty. I sure as hell know I won’t.” His voice comes out all low and gravelly, causing my core to flutter with a thousand butterflies.
I nod my head, realizing my fingers are still tangled in his hair.
“You go first,” he breathes against my lips.
He loops his arms around my back, letting me rest my weight against his body as I stare up into his ocean eyes. I release my grip on his hair, folding my arms around his neck. If a stranger was watching us, they would think that we were starved for each other’s touch… like two lost lovers who had been separated for a lifetime.
“Um… Who is your favorite band?” I blurt out.Really, Skylar? You only get three questions, and you ask about his favorite band?
I’ve never been good at games like this. I get all awkward and weird when I’m put on the spot.
“That's easy,” he replies without hesitation. “After tonight, Grouplove.”
My heart tightens at his response. I want to say“Me too”but instead, my awkward ass smiles and whispers, “Your turn.”
“What’s your favorite childhood memory?”
“Wow,”I hum, arching a brow. “I wasn’t expecting a sentimental question from you. And Idefinitelywasn't expecting a PG question from the mouth of Everett Thompson,” I chuckle.
“Trust me,” he rasps. “What I plan to do to you tonight is thefarthestthing from PG. So, hurry up and answer my question so we can get to the good part.”
I gulp, biting my lip in hopes to stifle my reaction.
“Answer my question, Sky,” he prods. “And stop biting that sexy lip of yours, or this game will turn into one question in about two seconds.”
Holy mother of all things that are sexy.
As much as I want him to rip my clothes off right now, I also want to know more about him. So I take advantage of the game, quickly answering his question.
“Growing up, my favorite Disney princess was Ariel. My sister and I were absolutely obsessed,” I laugh. “We would watchThe Little Mermaidon repeat, and then run around the house singingPart of Your Worldat the top of our lungs. I’m pretty sure our parents have PTSD from that song now.” Everett laughs, listening intently as he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Anyways, my parents surprised us with a trip to Disney World, and wecompletelylost our minds when we got to meet Ariel. My sister and I both have framed photos of us sitting on each side of Ariel’s tail, looking completely starstruck. She signed our autograph books, and we had them on display in our rooms for years like a shrine.” My lips turn up in a smile at the memory. “I’m fortunate to have a lot of great childhood memories… but that’s probably my favorite.”
