“What else?” he asked.
“That’s it,” I lied, folding the paper slowly. Hopefully nothing he had checked was stuff I didn’t understand. My belief was if I didn’t know what it was, chances were I wasn’t going to be interested.
“All right.” Kyle set his paper down on the table, but his fingers lingered. “To reiterate, no judgement.”
“You’re making me a little nervous.”
He pushed with his fingertips, gliding the folded paper along the tabletop. I passed mine to him, and my heart launched into my throat. Every unfold he made was like peeling back a layer of my clothes until I was fully exposed and naked in the room crowded with strangers.
My face burned as I unfolded his paper and looked at Kyle’s desires, the ones he’d been so nervous to reveal and worried I’d judge him. I scanned the checkmarks beside the items and my mouth went dry.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
I’d marked almost twice as many boxes as he had.