Twisted-Games

turning to face me again.
“I’d say you were bullshitting me.”
His mouth curled up into a small grin, and tingles raced across my skin.
Rhys didn’t smile often, but when he did, it was devastating.
“Always nice to hear you curse, princess.”
Fuck me the way you just promised.
The memory must’ve crossed my mind at the same time it did his,
because his smile faded and his eyes heated while I sank a little lower in my
chair.
“No, I’m not bullshitting you,” he said, his voice rougher than it had been
a second ago. “I can make your bucket list happen if you want me to.”
I wasn’t brave enough in the light of day to ask him if that included
number four.
“Why would you do that?”
“It’s my good deed for the year.”
Typical non-answer from Rhys, but intrigue edged out my annoyance.
“Okay, I’ll bite,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”
“No what, where.” Rhys smiled again at my surprise. “We’re going to
Costa Rica.”