“What do you think, darling?” he asks against my ear, holding the cards in front of me. He says this loud enough for the table to hear, as though this is a regular routine for the two of us. “Hmm.” I lean my head against his, feeling his breath on my cheek. Then I’m reaching up to tap a card. “This one.” “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, placing the card onto the table.
GAHH whatt
