"Well what do you want to know? We've know each other for about..9 years. There's almost nothing you don't know." I lay my head back onto the dusty pillow, blowing any dust that nears my face. He really needs to change the sheets on this bed.
"What's your favorite color?" He asks, plain and simple. Hmm. Almost a decade and he doesn't know, I shake my head.
"Yellow." I saw sweetly, turning back to look at him once more.
"Yellow? Why yellow?" He asks as if he was expecting the color blue or pink. Yellow is under appreciated to be honest.
"It makes me happy. Anything yellow is so cute!" I smile, taping on his nose with my index finger once.
"Like what? I can't think of anything but bananas." He states, scratching the side of his head. I laugh a little.
"There's a lot! I love the sun, sun flowers, Sponge Bob. If it's yellow, it brightens my day." I shrug, smiling a little thinking about what else is yellow. Oh, minions. I actually hate those things.
"What's yours?" I ask back but he sits there for a minute, taking a little too long to answer.
"I don't have one." He says, turning to look up at the ceiling.
"What? Well, what color do you wear most?" I look at his suite. Black.
"Black. Grey. Basic colors mostly." He purses his lips, probably thinking his wardrobe over.
"Okay let me re-word this. What color do you love seeing most on other people?"
"Red." He turns back to tease me, running his eyes up and down my figure. God, I drop my romper one time. I've never felt so much regret than what I feel now.
"Shut up." I laugh pushing him slightly away from me. He chuckles when he sees my cheeks blushing up. I've never been more embarrassed.
"It's not funny, what color are yours?" I ask, feeling the need for some sort of equality. He saw me in my undies, I wonder what kind he wears.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" He pokes into my sides, making me giggle.
"Stop teasing me! You were taking off your jacket and I thought we were going to... and then I took off my, yeah. Ok, tease me all you want." I poke him back, not wanting to continue my babbling.
"Yeah I see where you were coming from. It's fine, let me change the subject. Umm... who's your favorite singer?" He asks the first thing popping into his mind.
"You are. My turn to ask a question." I answer short and excitedly. Plus, if I said that I'd live and die for Harry Styles, he might get a little jealous.
"Me? When have you ever heard me sing?" I sense his defenses go up as he talks to me, maybe I stumbled onto a big secret of his.
"All the time. You always sing along with the radio, quite good if I say so myself. And sometimes when you're doing something, you tend to sing out loud what you're doing, like a narrador.
Personally, I think guys who can sing are hot." I shrug pretending I didn't just hit on him.
I watch him think over what I just said, he's probably thinking about all the times I've caught him doing so. But nonetheless he catches onto my sly flirtation.
"Don't you mean pretty?" He lays back, basking in his own ego, running his hands through his own hair to slick it back.
"Ok Pretty, it's my turn to ask you something." I remain sitting, trying to think of a valid question. How big is your cock? Just kidding! I can't ask him that! It's not like I won't find out soon.
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