Finally, she turned and looked at him, where she found even more of a distraction.
He grinned at her, his teeth bright white and chipped in the front, dimples showing.
Her heart skipped a beat—all that shine was aimed at her.
“You’re not watching the show,” she observed.
He shook his head, completely unrepentant. “Nope.”
“You’re going to miss important information.”
“Right now the most important information I can think of is what color is today’s thong?”
Heat flushed her body. “That is not slumber party talk.”
“Sure it is. Slumber parties are all about hanging out in undies and revealing secrets, desires, and dreams. How else do you become BFFs?”
Lil laughed, “Is that so? You’re a slumber party expert now?”
He nodded sagely. “I am. Dreams, desires, and pillow fights.”
“Pillow fights? Everybody knows no one really has pillow fights—unless they want to end up in real fights.”
AJ brought a hand to his chest. “Blasphemy. Every young man knows that slumber parties always end in lingerie-clad pillow fights.”
“Ridiculous. Now you’re just describing the porn you watch.”
“You’re probably right. It’s easy to confuse porn and real life when I’m around you.”
She choked on popcorn. He patted her back laughing.
When she could finally speak, she said, “You’re a dog. You know that right?”
“Only for you, Liliana mía.”
“Is that supposed to be romantic?” she asked, throwing a piece of popcorn at him, slightly surprised she did—she wasn’t the type to throw food. Why make more work for herself for no reason?
“Por supuesto. What woman doesn’t want a big faithful dog at her side?”
She laughed, shaking her head even as she scooted closer to him. “Stop being ridiculous. Tell me something about yourself.”
“I thought we were watchingThe North?” he said.
“I was, but you were watching me.”
“I can do that all night.”
“No, you can’t. You won’t distract me. Besides, you have to leave sometime tonight.”
“Sometime.”
“So?”
“Sew buttons.”
She chuckled. “Ridiculous. Tell me something.”
“You know all the important things.”