“Okay, play a game with me,” Evelyn’s voice echoed in my ears.
We were still laying in my bed, me trying to get a grip on reality and the fact that she really was mine after all, and fighting with all the chances and turmoil taking place inside my core. She was laid naked across my chest, and my fingers were tracing along the length of her spine.
I snapped out of my thoughts. “What kind of game?” I murmured into her hair.
“I’ll ask you for five somethings,” she continued on, staring at the wall in front of us. “And you’ll tell me things you love, or things you hate, or something that reflects back on the something I asked for. I used to play it with my mom as a distraction. A way to remind of us of the good things.”
She was trying to know me. Trying to see the me beneath the surface
