Let’s do this. “When’s the last time you’ve been on a date?” He takes a slow drink of his mojito and smirks behind the rim. “Does our time in the diner count? Because if so, ten years ago.” I scoff, unsuccessfully tampering down the influx of excitement threading through me. “The game is called truth or dare, Eli. Not say cute things you think’ll help get you under my dress.” As soon as the words come out, my eyes snap open and my hand flies over my mouth. I can feel the heat of embarrassment flush over my face and suddenly it seems as if there’s a dozen more eyes looking our way.
