lower lip in a pout that had worked a million times before because it was so god-damned fucking cute.
I couldn’t resist. I leaned down and nipped that lip of his. But then I bopped him on his perfect nose. “No. Now stand up and follow me.”
Grumbling under his breath, Zavier stood. “Are we playing Blindman’s Buff?” He reached for me, deliberately feeling around my torso until one hand cupped my breast, then squeezed it through my shirt. “Shouldn’t you be naked for that game?”
I laughed and pulled his hand off me. I linked our fingers—mostly to stop him from groping elsewhere—as I said, “Try again.”
“Seven minutes in heaven?”
“Nope.” I tugged him down the hall and he padded after me like a good boy.
“Sex Jenga?”
I burst out laughing. “What the hell is that?”
“You write a sex act on each block and whichever block you pull, you have to do what’s on there.”
My nipples grew hard just imagining that. “Unfortunately, no.” I added Sex Jenga to the list of must-have dates with Z.
“Strip beer pong?”
“You’re making me regret what I actually chose for our date.” I lifted my free hand and almost chewed on my fingernail but Z tugged me to a stop just outside my bedroom door.
He wrapped his arm around me, but he used our linked hands so that my own arm ended up trapped behind me. I felt penned in, but I liked it, as he brought me close. “No. No regrets.” His voice was soft, all hints of teasing gone. “I’m gonna love it. You know why?”
I swallowed hard, wishing that stupid blindfold wasn’t covering his gorgeous brown eyes as I stared up at him. My heart started to thud faster when he didn’t break the moment with jokes. “Why?”
Z leaned down carefully, using his free hand to slide up my side blindly, tracing up my neck until he reached my face. He stroked my cheek for a moment before he smiled softly. “Because, sweetheart, this is my first ever official date.”
My chest nearly exploded; it felt like a flock of birds taking flight all at once, all in different directions. “Your first …”
Z nodded and continued to cup my cheek.
Elation and nerves lit me up like a stadium. Bam. “So, no pressure,” I said dryly.
“There is no pressure,” Z agreed. “Because it’s with you. It’ll be perfect.”
I groaned. “Why won’t you just sleep with me already?” God, how could he even say things like that and not expect me to jump his bones?
Z laughed and swept me in all the way to his chest, giving me a tight hug. Then he unlaced our fingers so he could swat my ass. “Because I’m enjoying making you work for it, woman. Now, give me my damn surprise!”
I turned the doorknob and swung open the door to my bedroom. I gently guided Z inside. And then I whipped the blindfold off his eyes.
“Surprise!” I said.
Z stared at my room silently for a moment, blinking. He took in the space and my changes to it. I’d shoved my mattress up against one wall on its side. There was no bed frame, so that had left the floor open. I’d rolled up the cheap brown rug and shoved it into the closet. So Z was staring down at a wooden floor decorated with red solo cups all tipped onto their sides and numbered with marker.
His forehead wrinkled and his brow shot up. “Uh …”
I laughed at his confusion as I grabbed the two yardsticks by the door that I’d magicked into golf clubs.
I handed him a blue putter and kept a pink one for myself.
Immediately, his eyes brightened. “Oh, we’re playing golf.”
I gave a little shrug. “Yeah. Um. Andros told me it was what your parents did on their first date.” My eyes scanned the sad little set up. I’d used magic, so he had a couple surprises. A cup that would pop out with googly eyes and say “yuck” before spitting his ball back at him. Another that would say, “Oh yeah, balls deep, baby.” But it wasn’t real mini-golf. I couldn’t give that to him. We were trapped inside for the foreseeable future—which was my fault. So poor Z got a half date.
I reached over to my dresser to grab the “golf balls.” I’d had to write a spell to shrink a bowling ball and a tennis ball that I’d scrounged out of the closets here. “Which one?” I asked, letting him have first pick.
But when I looked over at