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Xavier asked at the moment. "I do not have a favorite genre. I listen to everything I can hear. Maybe I like pop?" she said in a question. "Are you asking me?" he said pretending to turn the bottle to the glass. "I like pop" she screamed with laughter. "Pop?" she nodded. He shook his head. "What? I don't look like a pop kind of girl?" his face lit up in agreement. "Oh stop it. It's my turn to ask a question right? Have you ever had a crush on a person before?"

"Okay, so I will ask you fast questions, and you're supposed to answer them as quickly as possible." I giggle, smiling out into the brisk night. "Game on, I guess?" Killian chuckles before throwing me the first question. "Favorite dessert?" "Cheesecake." "Favorite color?" "Black." "Dogs or cats?" "Both." "A dress or jeans?" "A dress." "Pepsi or Coca-cola?" "Pepsi." "Killian's ass or pecs." "Ass." After I've answered that question, Killian cracks up, and I turn into stone, realizing what I've given him. Without meaning to, I complimented his ass, and now the guy is having a field day.

I remind him, I could be a dom same just like I can be a little and I want to be a dom. "You're bored and tired, how about we play a game?" he suggested instead. "Yeah?" I say, ready to play, anything is better than sitting in here bored. "Twenty-one questions?" he asks. "Okay, you start," I say looking at him with big curious eyes, I want to know everything about him. "Uhmmm, let's see, what's your favourite colour?" he asks me, it's the easiest question for some people, but I didn't have just one favourite colour, maybe it's cause I'm a mixed species.

"Why?" Chris asked, "You just said people's preferences change over time. Today, you’ll like strawberries, and tomorrow you might like oranges. Today, you’ll like this celebrity, and tomorrow, you'll be obsessed with another. You like me now, but maybe one day you won't." "I won’t." Paige shook her head. Chris raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so sure?"

"I have a game I want to play with you, it would let us get to learn a bit more about each other." "What is it?" "Any 5 questions, but we can change the number to keep it going for longer." "Okay, that sounds like fun, actually," I said, and finished my Big Red, before asking for another one, "You can go first." "Favorite music genre or band?" "You can't make me choose one when there are so many! How about top 3?" "Fine, but you have to listen to at least 3 of their songs to list them."

So now Xavier's question made her feel confused. "Whatever the chef cooked back home" she replied. Because she didn't know what to choose. He grabbed her cheeks, which might be his favorite thing to do. Because he does that often. "There are things which usually people like to eat, and a few things which they don't. If you wanted to take any item for the second time, then that means you like that. So, what do you usually prefer? Sweet, spice, sour?" he elaborated his question, forcing her to give a proper answer.

,she looks confused. "I don't know that game",she looks away embarrassed. "just a game where we get to ask each other twenty questions and we answer truthfully. I can go first baby. What is your favorite color?",she smiles getting it. "I like blue, she smiles big, what is your favorite color?",I smile. "green, she looks at my eyes but nods, what is your favorite foods?",she looks at the food before answering. "I really like pasta but being diabetic I can't eat that all the time. I love pizza especially pepperoni",her face flames.

("Do you like this?" "Sì," he replied with a shy smile. ("Yes.") "Cos'altro ti piace?" I continued, wanting to know more about him. ("What else do you like?") "Amo guardare i cartoni animati," he said, his eyes lighting up. ("I love watching cartoons.") "E cosa non ti piace?" I asked, encouraging him to share more. ("And what don’t you like?") "Odio i canali di notizie," he admitted, scrunching up his nose. ("I hate news channels.")

"Are you kidding? Fifteen hundred pesos is pocket change, Harris. Don't be so dramatic. Just eat and enjoy it." ​I sat in front of her, feeling the massive weight of the fried chicken on my plate. It felt like I was eating gold. I tried to steer the conversation to something safer. "So... random question. What do you prefer: ice cream or pizza?" ​"I like both! Why are you asking?" ​"I just want to know you better. For me, it's ice cream. I can't stand pizza." ​"Why not?" she asked, mid-bite.

"What do you want to know?" "Anything. What's your favorite movie? What did you want to be when you were a kid? Do you have any hobbies that don't involve violence?" A smile tugged at his lips. "That's three questions." "Answer them all." "Bossy." "You have no idea." He was quiet for a moment, and I thought maybe he wasn't going to answer. But then— "The Godfather," he said. "Obviously." I rolled my eyes. "Of course."