Page 78 of How to Lose at Love
Lord, I don’t even know, it’s been so long. “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.”
My turn-ons have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with intimacy…
The look he gives me pins me to the mattress. “I will never judge you or think you’re stupid.” He glances down, picking at a loose yarn. “It’s not my turn, but if we’re bein’ truthful…I haven’t known you long, but there’s no one I respect more than you, Ryann Winters.”
Oh, shit.
My nipples get hard, damned if they don’t, and I swear my flesh is covered in goose bumps.
I nod. “Okay. Um, my turn-ons…I would say big hands. A deep voice. And someone who listens even when it’s not important.”
“You talkin’ about someone who knows what you like in your coffee even when you don’t tell them what you take in your coffee?”
You tawkin about…
What is it about that accent?
“Yes.” That’s exactly what I’m saying.
Why does it surprise me that he gets it?
Dallas nods. “Cool.”
“Your turn.”
He worries his bottom lip. “Guess I’ll start with a truth, too.” Large hand reaches for the stack, plucking the top card off and knocking down the rest of them. “Have you ever cheated on a partner?” He adds it to the bottom of the stack and fixes it. “No.”
“You got an easy one.”
He grins. “Your turn.”
I take a card. Laugh. “What would you buy me if I gave you fifty dollars?”
Oh, the irony!
Dallas laughs, too. “Touché. Okay, let me think a sec.” His head dips as he considers the question, giving me a view of the thick hair at the crown of his head. Head rises again.
“I’d buy you a steak dinner.” I smirk.
“I’d probably buy you underwear with more fabric.” He gets the words out slowly and methodically, dragging his eyes down my body, landing at the apex of my thighs, that little blue triangle of fabric covering my…
I squirm.
Force out a laugh. “Ha-ha. If I had known this was a staycation, I’d have packed a bag.”
“My turn.” His fingers are already on the pile. “Would you take a shower with the other person in the room?” He nods. “Yes.” Flicks the card back onto the bedspread without batting an eyelash.
Yes.
No hesitation.
My cheeks flush.
I take another truth card. “What were your first thoughts about your partner when you met them?” I lower the card. “I assume that means you.”
Dallas nods.
“My first thoughts about you were…that you were tall. And you were in a hurry. I also wondered why you were at the Twilight Theater considering it only plays vintage films.”
