He scoffs. “Excuse me, I don’twatchit. Istudyit.”
I gasp dramatically. “Oh my god. Are you as obsessed with the gold goblets as I am?”
Kai sits up, eyes wide. “Thank you! Why do they drinkeverythingout of them? Wine? Water? Orange juice? It’s like the producers made a bulk purchase and now refuse to let them use normal cups. I get it’s so they can chop the scenes up without the drink levels going up and down but it’s like wow.”
I point at him with a fry. “And have you noticed how they never fill them up on-screen but people always have a drink? Like, do they have a Goblet Refilling Goblin running around off-screen?”
Kai looks almost reverent. “You’re the only person who’s ever understood me.”
I clutch my chest. “This is the safest I’ve ever felt.”
He throws his head back laughing, then smirks at the TV. “What’s your stance on the whole‘I knew from the moment I heard their voice’thing?”
I roll my eyes. “Delusion. Pure delusion. They talk through a wall for three days and suddenly they’re planning their kids’ names?”
He grins. “Right? And don’t even get me started on the guys who propose just because they’re afraid of going home early. They act like it’s a job interview.”
“Exactly! ‘I really connected with you, but I also connected with Rachel and Stephanie, and I just feel like… my heart is telling me… that Rachel is the better fit for my brand.’”
Kai groans. “Ugh, the ones who think they’re influencers already? They’re my Roman Empire.”
I burst out laughing and swipe a fry from his plate. “Okay, tell me something embarrassing.”
He narrows his eyes playfully. “I don’t get embarrassed.”
I smirk. “Bullshit.”
Kai sighs dramatically, then grins. “Fine. When I was fourteen, I had a crush on my math tutor. I wrote her a love letter. It had poetry. Bad poetry.”
I gasp. “Please tell me it included something about ‘the sum of your love completing my equation.’”
His face contorts. “I wish I was that clever. No, it was more like, ‘Your eyes shine like numbers on a calculator screen. And my favorite number is 8008.’”
I shriek with laughter. “Oh my god, stop. That’s iconic.”
“It was a crime. And my mom still has the letter.”
I nearly spit out my drink. “No.”
“Oh, yes. She keeps it in ascrapbook.”
I cover my mouth, wheezing. “Oh my god. Did your tutor go out on a date with you?” I ask, knowing the answer and feeling the need to torment him anyway.
“No way. I never saw her again after that.” Kai groans and flops back on the pillows. “I regret everything.”
I grin, leaning down to kiss him. “No, you don’t.”
His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. “No. I really don’t.”
The laughter fades, the whiskey buzz warm and lazy between us. Kai sets his empty glass aside, then turns to me, his gaze darkening. “You ready for another round, Trouble?”
I pretend to think about it, then smirk. “You sure you can keep up?”
And just like that,Love Is Blindand bad poetry are forgotten.
Kai growls, moving fast—rolling me onto my stomach, pinning my wrists above my head. “Oh, I’m gonna wreck you.”
And he does.