Thieving Florida

chapter 17

"What are you doing to me?"

My heart skipped a beat. What?

"What do you mean?" I asked, not moving from my spot.

"Why are you tapping on my leg?" he said.

Oh.

I hadn't realized that I was doing that. It was probably to the beat of one of the songs that I had stuck in my head.

"Oh, uh, I don't know," I said. "Why are you tracing circles on my shoulder?"

Instantly his hand dropped down to his side. He sighed.

"I didn't mean for you to stop," I said.

"I meant for you to though," Xander pointed out. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it.

"You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?" he asked.

"You know me so well," I muttered.

"Like the back of my hand, princess."

"And I know hardly anything about you," I said, even though that's not necessarily true.

"That's probably not going to change," Xander pointed out.

"Why?" I whined.

"You know why," he said.

"No I don't," I said childishly. Xander groaned.

"Don't be like this," he said.

"Like what?"

Another sigh.

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

I thought for a minute, putting my finger on my lips while I did so.

"What's your favorite dinosaur?" I asked.

"What? What kind of question is that?" Xander asked.

"The kind of question that I'm asking you. Now answer," I ordered.

"Um... triceratops? I don't know, whichever ones have horns," he said.

"Probably because you're always so horny," I said. I felt Xander's body vibrate as his rumbles of laughter rolled out of him.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Anything else?"

"Favorite color?"

"Not red and blue."

Wow Xander.

"Favorite food?"

"The free kind."

"Favorite place?"

"Anywhere under a roof."

I sighed. "Are you going to answer any of my questions seriously?" I asked.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'.

"This is a waste of time," I said sadly.

"No, you just aren't asking the right questions," he said.

Touche. 

"Okay, who's Missy?"

I felt Xander's body stiffen from under me.

"That's classified as a wrong question," he said.

"But I want to know," I whined.

"Who's being the stubborn brat now?" he muttered.

"Still you because you won't tell me," I said. I felt Xander's head shaking.

"No. That's crossing a line," he said coldly.