Page 56 of Meant For Love
“Oh, you know what would make this even better?” I ask, reaching into one of the bags and taking the dry-erase markers out of it. “Doing it naked-style. If you get the wrong answer, you lose a piece of clothing.”
“So strip get to know your partner?”
“Yes.” I nod as if I just invented a new game. “We should play right now.” I grab the two whiteboards in my hands and walk toward the living room. “Grab the markers and let’s get this game going.” She laughs as she follows me. “Should we move the table out of the way and play on the floor?” I wonder if we need more space to spread out once I get her naked.
“We don’t need all that room.” She sits in one corner of the couch. “Actually, I’ll sit in this corner, and you sit in that corner.” She points at the other side of the couch, and I glare at her as I hand her a whiteboard and walk over to the other side.
“And the more naked you get, the closer you get to the other person.” I make up the rule as she tosses me the markers. “I like this game already.”
“You can’t cheat,” she warns me, and I gasp. “Like you have to answer truthfully.”
“Baby.” I chuckle. “You should know I play to win”—I wink at her—“at every-fucking-thing.”
“Good. I’ll go first.” I grab a marker out of the pack.“What's your partner’s favorite color?” I look down at the board and write purple on it. “Okay, what did you answer?” When I tell her the answer, she’s shocked that I knew this. “Yours is blue.”
“Shit,” I swear when it’s right. “I mean, technically, my new favorite color is nude.”
“Next question.” She ignores me. “How do they take their coffee?”
“That’s easy,” I say, “she likes to drink grass.” She also gets it right. “Can we get to the naked part yet?”
“This should get you to lose a piece of clothing.” She smirks. “What’s your favorite book?”
“I don’t have a favorite book,” I tell her. “So how about, what’s your favorite genre of book.”
“Fine,” she concedes. “What did you answer?”
“Romance.” I look at her and see she’s shocked. “You?”
“Sex stories,” she replies, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.
“You aren’t wrong, but I’m more of a mysteries type of guy,” I tell her, and she turns the whiteboard over for me to see that she wrote mysteries. “How did you?—”
“Nash, you have Dan Brown right there.” She points over at the bookshelf.
“At this point, are we ever going to get naked?” I groan.
“What’s your favorite movie?” she asks with a huge grin on her face, and I just laugh because I know she’s not going to get this one, so she’ll be losing one scrap of clothing. “Okay, what did you put?”
“Pride and Prejudice, but the one with Keira Knightley,” I gloat and turn my board around to face her, “because that’s just the way it is.” I repeat her words that she told her cousin while on the trip. “Now what did you put?” I smile so big.
“Mission Impossible and not James Bond.” My mouth gapes open. “I heard you chat with one of the guys in Vegas.”
“That’s cheating.” I point at her and belly laugh. “What’s the next question?”
“What's their favorite nickname to be called?” She asks the question and then quickly writes down her answer. “What did you write?”
“Baby.” I turn around to show her. “You love it when I call you that.” Her eyes get softer. “What did you write?”
“Well, I don’t really have a nickname for you,” she says, “but you do love when I moan out your name.” She turns it around to show me her answer, and now I’m the one who is laughing.
“We’re exceptionally good at this game.” I scowl. “I don’t like it. “What's your honey’s favorite dessert?” She can’t help but hide her smile. “What did you put?”
“Dick.” I turn my board around, showing her the picture I drew of a dick.
“That looks like a spaceship.” She laughs. “I put pussy on yours.”
“That’s my favorite meal and dessert,” I tell her, and she wipes away her answer.