Emily's POV
The waiter comes with our food, and my mouth instantly waters when he places my plate in front of me. I feel myself starting to regret requesting that we play this game.
"Dinner quest? What's that?" He asks and when he lowers his hand to touch his food, I hold his hand.
I ignore the electricity his touch sends through me, and I answer him.
"We each get to ask each other questions. If you answer me, you get to take a bite. And if you don't, you wait till the next question and vice versa."
He curses under his breath, "I should've known that it would involve questions." He says, "But I'll play."
I let go of his hand and smiled in triumph.
"You go first." I told him.
"Okay. What were you planning on doing after college?"
I hadn't expected him to ask me this. What I mean is
