We kissed before I slipped out of my shoes and headed to her bedroom. As she said, the pizza had arrived, and she’d already put several pieces on a plate for me when I returned to the kitchen after my shower.
“I couldn’t wait for you. I was hungry,” she shouted from the family room.
“It’s cool, baby. Give me ten minutes.”
I sat at the kitchen table and scrolled through my phone while I ate. After finishing, I cleaned up my mess, washed my hands, and joined Skye in the family room.
“You good?” I asked.
She nodded. “I didn’t expect you to say all that, but thank you for answering honestly.”
“I will always be honest with you, baby. Did you read the directions to the game?” I asked.
“I did, and it seems pretty simple.”
“How do I win?” I asked.
I should’ve known that Skye was competitive, considering she was a former Division One athlete, and I had seen glimpsesof it when we hung out with Kilo and Nyomi. It wasn’t until two weeks ago, when we played Black Uno, that I really saw her competitive nature.
“There’s no winner or loser, but we both have to answer the questions.”
“Okay.”
We got comfortable on the couch, each of us on opposite ends, and her legs resting between mine. She pulled the first card and read the question out loud.
“What’s your idea of a perfect date that doesn’t involve sex? You go first.”
“Okay. Give me a minute.”
“Don’t say something you think I would like. This isyourperfect date,” she said.
When I planned dates, I did so with my date’s enjoyment in mind. If I accomplished that, anything else was a bonus.
“Maybe I’m lame or some shit, but I can’t think of anything specific that would make a date perfect besides the person I’m with. It could be a walk along the beach, hiking, playing video games, getting massages, a private dinner, or playing corny ass games like this.”
She gasped and threw a throw pillow at me. I caught it and put it on the floor next to the couch.
“You think this is a corny game?”
“It’s probably a great way for us to get to know each other, but also kinda corny. It’s your turn to answer the question.”
“My idea of a perfect date depends on my mood and who I’m with because, honestly, I’m down for whatever, depending on the day.”
“Is that really an answer, baby?”
“Yours wasn’t a real answer either.”
We laughed at our inability to answer the question.
“It wasn’t, but it was way more detailed than yours. Next question.”
She reached into the box and retrieved another card.
“What was the last good book you read?”
I almost laughed because the only book I’d read in the past several years was a playbook.
“I don’t read for pleasure, baby.”