“Rapid fire.” Zav claps his hands. “Favorite color?” “I wasn’t asking questions fast enough for you?” I cross my arms over my chest and may or may not push my cleavage up a little more than necessary to accentuate the little bit of boobs I have. His eyes flick down for longer than a quick glance. Zav takes his arms and does the exact same thing a moment later making me snort. “Green.” This isn’t exactly true but the vibrance of his eyes in that moment eclipses my old favorite color of purple. “Red.” He points at himself like it’s not clear whose favorite color he’s stating. “Least favorite
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