Page 69 of When You Left Me Speechless

His eyebrow raises. “I don’t mind. I want to, plus we never finished my dare.”

I walk over to my desk and check my calendar. I pick up a stack of notecards and hand them to him.

“Round two of strip studying,” he teases.

“As much as I wish we could, this is my hardest class. I really need to get through the deck, and then maybe we can finish the dare once we're done?”

“You’re the boss. You just tell me when you’re ready for round two and I’m all yours.”

My cheeks heat at the thought of what we just did in my bathroom a few moments ago. Every part of me wants to do that again, but I know I need to study.

He jumps onto my bed, settling himself into the pillows. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

He goes through the deck card by card, allowing me timeto stop and look up the answers to the ones I don’t know immediately.

After my third wrong answer, I let out a long sigh and roll my neck and shoulders. I’m frustrated. “I’ve got to get these right, or I’m screwed.”

He moves closer to me. “Why don’t we try to make it a little more fun?”

“I’m listening.”

“I’ll ask you ten of these questions, and then we both have to answer a question about ourselves. It’ll break it up. This shit is hard. You could use a brain break every now and then.”

“Alright, but I get to ask you the fun questions, and then I’ll answer after you do.”

“Give me your best shot,” he jokes.

I giggle, “Okay, let’s see, what’s your favorite movie? My mom always said you can tell a lot about a person from their favorite movie.”

“That’s easy.Fool’s Gold,” he answers quickly.

“No, it’s not.”He has to be fucking with me.

“You’re surprised? What did you think my favorite movie would be?”

I think about this for a long moment. “I don’t know. Something likeDead Poets Society.You know, something serious, inspiring, and not very fun.”I let my lips curve into a small smile. That makes him laugh. He reaches out and grabs my waist, tickling me and making me squeal. We both fall onto the bed, and I can’t help but move a little closer to him. There is a beat of silence. Our faces are only a few inches apart, and I think about kissing him, but I know I won’t be able to stop if I do. I sit up and smooth out my clothes. “So, your favorite movie is reallyFool’s Gold?”

Logan turns toward me, still lying on his side, his head propped on his hand. “I mean, it's a great movie. It’s got adventure, buried treasure, romance, Matthew McConaughey,and Kate Hudson, plus it’s funny. What more could you want in a movie?”

I laugh and shake my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“What do you think it means?” he asks, seriously.

“Huh?”

“Well,” he laughs, “you said you could tell a lot about someone from their favorite movie. What does my favorite say about me? Come on, psychoanalyze me.”

“Hmm, maybe you are actually a big softy and maybe a bit more fun than I previously thought. Definitely a romantic,” I pause, “and you have terrible taste in movies.”

His lips curve into a smile, and I know deep down I could get used to seeing him smile like this. My mind wanders back to the food pantry when he said all of those nice things. He makes me want to let my guard down. He makes me want to break all my rules.

“So, chatterbox, what’s your favorite movie? It’s my turn to psychoanalyze you.”

“Okay, but you’ve probably never seen mine. It’sYou’ve Got Mail.”

“Oh no, I’ve seen it. I love that movie. Definitely in my top five.” The corner of his mouth slightly tips up like a memory is playing in his head.

“No, you don’t.”

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