A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~twenty-eight~

Chapter 28

Tobias and I hurry back to our apartment, anticipation of a fun-filled evening filling the air. I haven't been this excited since the last time we played this game at the lighthouse, and oh what a night that was. I love this game. It lets us get to know each other better as a couple, what we like and don't like as well as what we wouldn't mind trying, and it helps us to be more sexually open and confident. Yeah, I can't wait.

"Sit down and relax, and I'll get us some paper," Tobias says the minute we enter the apartment. I watch as he cuts some plain white card stock we keep on hand for Tyler to use for drawing into equal sizes, thinking of various truths and dares I want to write down. He gets a nice-sized bamboo bowl out of one of the cupboards and sets it on the island between us. "We'll both write down what we want but remember, we can't refuse so choose what you write carefully." We both spend the next 10 minutes filling the bamboo bowl with things we want to try with each other and questions we want answers to. I glance up at him when I can't think of anything else only to find him already watching me, which makes me smile.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Definitely," he says.

"Shall we take this upstairs?" I ask.

"The kids aren't here," he says. "There's no need for us to be locked up in our bedroom. Let's sit on the couch for now."

"Okay." We get up and move to the couch, bringing the large, truth-and-dare-filled bamboo bowl with us. "Since it was your idea to play, Mr. Eaton, you can go first," I say, excitement plain in my voice.

"Why thank you, Mrs. Eaton," he says as he reaches into the bowl, searching for the perfect slip of paper. He pulls one out and grins naughtily. "Hhm. You wrote this one. Would you rather give up oral sex or kissing?" I was hoping he would have to answer this one.

"As much as I love what you do with this sweet mouth of yours when you go down on me," I cup his cheek and gently run my thumb across his full bottom lip, "and, believe me, I would miss it a lot if you were to stop but there is something inherently sexual, intimate, and loving in our kisses that I would never want to be without ... ever."

"I feel the exact same way, love," he huskily says. Good, I got his answer anyway. I reach into the bottom of the bowl and pull out my truth or dare.

"Take off a piece of clothing." I toss that one back in the bowl and shuffle its contents. He stands up and rips his shirt off over his head then tosses it to the floor and sits back down. "I love this game," I say running my eyes all over his now naked chest.

"I can tell," he says, causing me to giggle as he reaches into the bowl. "This is a deep one. If you died tomorrow, would you want me to marry again?"

"That's a hard one," I say, trying to ignore the pain spasming through my heart at the thought of us being apart. "I have a really hard time thinking of you with another woman but I can't stand the thought of you unhappy and lonely. If I were to die and you fell in love again, you have my blessing to get married just make sure she's good to you and my children or I'll haunt her ass." He laughs and gently takes my head in his hands. First he gives me a tender kiss, and then he stares into my eyes with a burning gaze.

"If I die, love, and you have a chance at happiness again, grab hold of it with both hands and don't let go. All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. That's how much I love you." Tears spring to my eyes and emotion threatens to choke me.

"This is supposed to be fun," I whimper. "No more serious questions like that."

"Okay," he says, kissing the corner of each eye. "Your turn."