Purposefully Coincidental ✓

66. Cards

Josephine

"Okay," I say, and wiggle a little on the carpet to sit more comfortably. We're sitting opposite each other. He has his back against the couch. "This is supposed to reveal even more secrets about your partner." I show him the deck of cards that has different levels and kinds of questions.

"Is that so?" He asks in mock seriousness.

"Don't make fun of me." I softly whack him with the cards on his chest. "There will be some sexy question—" he snorts, cutting me off mid-sentence. "What?" I squint my eyes at him. I didn't blush—at least I don't think so—when I said that.

"Nothing." When he sees I'm not relenting, he caves. "You're so cute. Saying 'sexy questions'."

I whack him again, and this time I don't blush. "Candy suggested we try to finish the questions of the first level without ending up having sex."

He ponders over this for a little, but to my surprise, he nods. We have trouble keeping our hands off each other, but hopefully we pull this off. And we're only doing the first level today, so it should be easy.

"Okay, first question," I say and pick out the first card. "What's the first thing you noticed about your partner?" I put the card aside and wait for him to answer.

"Your lips." He says as his eyes flicker to my lips. I pull my lower one between my teeth—unconsciously—and he frees it with his thumb. I love it when he does that. "Those damn red lips." He mutters more to himself than to me.

Clearing my throat, I answer, "How huge you were."

Especially since he was sitting at the examination table, making his build appear larger. And with my height of five two, it made him look like a giant compared to me.

He rakes a palm across his mouth and I know before he says the words what he's about to say.

"That's what she said."

"Okay, Michael Scott." I roll my eyes, but I can't help my laugh. I walked myself right into that one. "But really. You're so freaking tall."

"You're so fucking tiny." He counters.

"You love it."

"I do." He smiles and leans down to kiss me. I stop him with a hand.

"No sex, remember?" I can't believe I'm saying no to sex with him. But it's all for the sake of the game.

"Honey, I just wanted to give you a peck."

"Right. Okay." I motion to him with my hand to go ahead. "Go on, then."

He chuckles and gives me three pecks instead of one. He finishes with a kiss on my forehead. I'm a sucker for those, and he knows it. I get a feeling he did that on purpose. Trying to win some game.

"Next question." He says.

I pick a random one and read it aloud. "What do your friends think of me?" I put it down and pump my eyebrows at him. "This is good. Spill."

"I don't have friends." He deadpans.

"Don't say that. You do have friends."

"family members don't count." He counters.

"Yes, they do. Now, tell me how they think I'm perfect and beautiful."

"They think you're a dork." He grins, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

I gasp. "No, they don't, you liar." I've always wondered what his family thinks of me, but every time I asked, he didn't answer.

"They do. But they also think you're very sweet. Very beautiful. And very, very short."

"Aww." I ignore his comment about my height—for now—and instead focus on the other things he said. "Really?"

"Yes." He extends one of his muscular legs and the side of his calf nudges my hip. "You're an easily likable person." This time I'm the one leaning towards him for a kiss. When I lean back, I pick another card. "Wait, you didn't answer it."

"Oh, right." I count on my fingers. "They think you're very handsome. Really brave. That you're very chivalrous. They really like the fact that you bring something with you when you come over. My parents also appreciate it when you answer them back in Italian." My father hates when he asks me or my siblings something in Italian and we answer back in English. "Hmm, what else?" I pretend to think some more. "Oh, and they think you're humongous. Their necks always hurt them for days from looking up to you." I lean back on my palms, satisfied with my comeback.

He stares at me for a few beats. Then, his hands come out and they tickle me. I laugh like a crazy person, trying to pry his hands away. Words come out of my mouth that I don't even understand. When he sees I'm near the verge of choking, he stops his torture and leans back, heaving a sigh.

I fix my shirt that has ridden up and take a few deep breaths. When I sit straight again, I give him the meanest stink eye I can muster.

"Adorable." He mumbles, tapping the tip of my nose.

"Okay, next one is," I read the question. "Would you rather not brush your teeth at all or do it with your partner's toothbrush?"

"Nope." He cringes. "I'll just use my fingers."

"I'd use yours." I wink. "So you can eat my ass out but draw the line at using my toothbrush?" I say in a confident voice.

His eyes gleam. "I haven't eaten your ass...yet." He waves a hand in the air. "But that's different."

"How so?" I ask.

"I don't mind kissing and licking every inch of your body." His palm settles on my shin. "But do you know how many bacteria are on one's toothbrush?"

"A lot." I nod. His hand travels upwards, toward the inside of my knee. His blunt fingers tickle the sensitive skin there, but I shake my head and grab the next card. "You can read this one."

He studies the card for a moment, then reads out loud. "What's the most sensitive part of your partner's body?"

"Your dick." I answer, then giggle.

"Be more specific, Josephine."

"Your tip."

"More." He leans in close, his breaths hitting my face.

"Frenulum." His groans when I lick that part of him sound in my ear. My thighs squeeze and his eyes dip there knowingly.

"Bingo." He says lowly.

"What's mine, then?" I challenge.

Leaning back, he raises a hand and starts counting on his fingers. "Lips, lips." He winks. "Your neck. Specifically, behind your ear. Wrists. Nipples, the right one more than the left. Your hips. Inner thighs. The sides of your knees. Hmm, what else?"

My mouth is agape. I know he knows my body like the back of his hands, but he didn't miss a beat with his answers.

"Your lower stomach. Your—"

"Okay, I get it." I stop him, because frankly, I'm getting turned on to the max thinking of his hands touching all these areas on my body.

"I haven't gotten to your G-spot and cervix yet." He smirks.

"You've made your point." I lightly punch him with my foot and he catches it. He kisses the side of my ankle and my body shudders as goose bumps erupt.

"Not to forget," he says, lips moving over my skin. "Your ankles."

"Okay, weirdo." I laugh and put my foot back on the floor. "Next question."