“I don’t trust my drunken self around you. So sugar rush it is!” I grinned, before jumping out of his arms and running to the kitchen. A packet of party lollies stood alone in one of the cupboards, and I grabbed it in a rush before hurriedly getting back to our bedroom.
I found Adrian seated on the bed with his shirt off, smirking in my direction. “I have never seen a 24-year-old so excited to eat lollies in my entire lifetime.”
“Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed as I jumped into bed and sat across from him. “Lollies are the best invention on Earth since they made sewage systems!”
Adrian smirked in amusement as he watched me chew on a lolly. “That’s… well that’s a rather unique thing to find ‘the best’ invention.”
“Stop being so British.” I frowned, before throwing a lolly in his direction.
Adrian chuckled and snatched the bag of lollies out of my hands, making me gasp. “I think high on sugar Emily is going to be much more entertaining than drunken Emily. I’ll start with the questions. Have you ever thought about me naked, Shortcake?” He smirked, before passing the bag of lollies over to me.
A sudden wave of courage overcame my usually shy demeanour and I reached into the bag of lollies and placed a piece into my mouth, blushing slightly.
Adrian’s eyebrows shot up in shock, before he broke out into a full-fledged smirk. “This is going to be fun,” he announced, rubbing his hands together before taking the bag of lollies out of my hands again. “Your turn, Shortcake.”
Chapter Twenty-two
“Have you ever thought about me naked?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow as a grin took its form on my lips.
Adrian chuckled before taking a lolly from the bag and placing it into his mouth. “More times than I can count, Shortcake.”
I gasped, throwing a pillow at him. “Perv!” I scowled.
He chuckled. “My turn again. What’s your favourite colour?”
I laughed. “That’s not allowed!”
He pouted before his shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine, is your favourite colour black?”
I shook my head, grinning at his look transformed to one of disbelief. “What? How isn’t it black? Your entire side of the wardrobe is mostly black!” he exclaimed.
“I like wearing black. It’s not my favourite colour though. My turn! Have you ever had a pet before?” I asked curiously.
He took another lolly and ate it. “Really? Was it a dog?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Cat. I called him snuffles.” He smirked.
I laughed before taking the bag of lollies from him.
“My turn,” he said. “How often do you think about me naked, Shortcake?” His signature smirk reappeared on his lips.
I blushed. “That’s not an acceptable question!”
“You blushed! It’s a lot, isn’t it?” He waggled his eyebrows, before moving closer to me. “How often? Come on, just tell me.” He persisted, smirking.
“Shut up and ask a question, idiot,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze as my cheeks deepened in colour.
I looked back up to find him still smirking at me, his face closer than before. We stayed like that for a few moments, before he leaned back to his original position with his hands up in defense. “Fine, I won’t ask again. New question. Do you have dirty dreams about me, Shortcake? I know I do about you. All the time. When I’m asleep and awake.”
I glared at him before throwing another lolly at his face, and he chuckled while avoiding the hit. “I’m not answering that. Why are your questions so dirty? Ask questions like did you have a childhood best friend or do you like sports!” I complained, pouting.
“And miss out on making you squirm? No way. Come on, answer the question truthfully.” He waited for my answer.
I glared at him again in an attempt to cover up the crimson colouring of my cheeks as my hand dug into the bag of lollies and I slowly put one into my mouth.
Adrian’s jaw dropped to the floor for a few moments before the widest grin I had ever seen on him appeared on his face. “Looks like my innocent little Shortcake isn’t so innocent, after all,” he said, reaching for my waist and pulling me over towards him.
I let out a squeak of surprise as I clumsily landed on top of his shirtless body, my face growing more heated by the second. “I don’t want to play this game anymore,” I mumbled childishly, still avoiding his gaze.
“Okay, we’ll play 20 questions,” he said quickly. He hooked his thumb around my chin and made