Page 51 of How to Love a Rockstar

Hmm… another hint safety is a trigger for her. I need to figure out why but not now. All heavy subjects are off the table for today. Fun is on the agenda.

“Where are we going?” she asks once we’re driving out of Winter Falls.

“It’s a surprise.”

She huffs but she doesn’t beg me to tell her where we’re going or whine. She’s freaking perfect.

“How about a game?” she asks instead.

“Sure.”

“Twenty questions.”

“Twenty questions?” I glance over at her to wink. “You want to know twenty things about me? I’ll confess everything.”

She slaps my leg and I capture her hand. I place it on my thigh and cover my hand with it. I expect her to protest. But she doesn’t. Good. She needs to get used to me touching her because I plan to touch her all the time.

“I think of a famous person and you get to ask twenty questions to figure out who it is.”

“What do I get if I figure it out?”

“The satisfaction of a right answer.”

I laugh. “Nope. How about a kiss instead?”

I notice her hand is shaking when she pushes her glasses up her nose. Did I push her too far?

“You won’t win anyway.” There’s my girl. Backbone of steel hiding behind her shy exterior. There is literally nothing sexier in the world.

“But if I do?”

“Fine. A goodnight kiss.”

I was planning on a goodnight kiss anyway, but now the anticipation will build inside her all night long. She’s squirming in her seat already. Perfect.

“Do you have a person in mind?”

“I do.” She grins. It’s cute she thinks she’s already won. I’ll let her believe it for a little while.

“Am I alive?”

“No.”

“Am I a woman?”

“Yes.”

“Am I a writer?”

“Yes.”

I could continue to ask more questions until I’ve hit the twenty allotted but winning is more fun.

“Am I Jane Austen?”

She gasps. “How did you know?”

“You have the special hardback editions of all her books on her bookshelf.”

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