Page 10 of SnowBound

“Then your promise means nothing because you can’t use the Scout’s Honor.”

“Are you always so by-the-book, Mr. Self-Righteous?”

“Nah. But you can’t use the Scout’s Honor. That I’m sure of.”

“Fine. I promise to not hurt you, take advantage of you, run away, or injure you. Are we good now?”

“I suppose.”

I sighed. This guy. “Then close your eyes.”

“The answer is still no.”

“You sound like a two-year-old.” I sighed. “Please trust me for ten seconds.”

“Ten point three you said earlier. I prefer to know what I’m saying yes to. In this case, you haven’t overshared the details of your plan.”

“Are you being impossible on purpose?”

He smirked, and I wanted to scratch it off his handsome face. Or kiss it away.

“Reel that in. And stop being difficult. It will be fun. The unknown is kinda thrilling.”

“Says who?” he asked with one quirked brow.

“Me. Stop with the questions and play along.”

“You love the control? Is that it? Dominating makes you wet?”

I felt a warm flush spreading on my cheeks. “No. It’s not like that. I just—” I inhaled in a weak attempt to calm the rush of both attraction and shyness surging through me. “You’re missing the point. Stop trying to change the topic. Close your eyes, and we’ll be done quickly.”

“The girl prefers quickies. Noted.”

“What? Not what I said.” I buried my face in my hands and took a deep breath in. “Can’t you just do as I tell you for a few seconds?”

“Anyone ever told you that you’re stubborn?”

I rolled my eyes. “I like it when you recognize your own flaws.”

We engaged in a staring contest, neither of us backing down.

The guy huffed and shook his head. “Ten point three seconds. Not a millisecond longer.”

I pumped my fist. “Great. Now let’s hurry before the whipped cream gets all melted away.”

He closed his eyes, his posture so rigid, I almost reached behind him to massage the tension away. Instead, I focused on my mission and stood between our tables.

“Have you ever caught a snowflake on your tongue?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Then let’s try my version of it. Poke your tongue out.”

“Why?”

“Because. Geez, trust the process.”

He executed himself.