Elle’s POV
His eyebrows lifted just a little more, and he gave me this curious look, one corner of his lips tugging up into a small smile. “Alright. What kind of game?”
“Twenty Questions,” I answered. “It’s simple. And it’ll help us get to know each other better.”
He blinked slowly. “You mean, like, those games people play during road trips or late-night sleepovers?”
I nodded. “Yeah, kind of. But this one’s important. Since we’re supposed to act like we’re mated and marked, we need to learn the basics. The little things that people would expect us to already know.”
He rubbed the back of his neck like he was thinking about it. Then he nodded. “Makes sense.”
Without another word, he turned and started walking toward the living room. I followed him, my footsteps soft on the wooden floor
