Page 89 of Scoring the Player
“Sweet.”
“Date night out or at home?”
“H-home.”
“New movie or old favorite?”
“New.”
His eyes flicker when I use both hands to work his heel. “Wait,” he breathes. “I want your answers too.”
“Sweet, home, old favorite. Would you rather time travel to the past or future?”
“Neither…or future.”
His chest rises and falls slowly as my thumb glides up his arch, applying firm pressure.
“Why not the past?”
He swallows quickly. “Skip.”
Hmm.
He nods for me to answer.
“Past. Kindness or intelligence?
“Kindness. You?”
“Both.”
His teeth scrape against his lower lip as my fist rolls along his arch.
“Skinny dipping at night or sunbathing nude?”
“Night.”
“Night, if it’s with you,” I answer, making a tiny grin appear on his lips.
“Would you rather have a teleportation machine or the ability to control minds?”
His head tilts slightly as he considers it. “Teleportation machine. I’ll finish a game in LA and then teleport to my snowy cabin.”
“You have a snowy cabin?”
“I will when I retire. You?”
“Mind control.”
“Of course.” He hums and lowers to his back as I knead the ball of his foot.
“Why ‘of course?’”
“I don’t know,” he rasps. “Control seems like your thing.”
“Maybe.”
I think about my next question as heat builds under my palm where it kneads his flesh. “Would you rather be able to talk to animals or be fluent in every language?”
