"What's the most adventurous place you want to have sex?" Her eyes light up with mischief, her voice laced with challenge.
"Hmm… probably a rooftop. But only in summer… so we can watch the sunrise together afterward."
Her gaze intensifies, lips curling into that smile—the one that makes my pulse stutter.
"I like your idea. Maybe someday we will…" I let the suggestion hang, heavy with implication.
"Summer's so far away," she muses, fingers absently tracing my wrist. "A lot can happen between now and then."
Suddenly, her expression sobers. Behind the usual confidence, I catch a flicker of something uncertain—almost hesitant.
"You think we won't last that long?" My voice drops, the question fragile in the air.
Her earlier words echo between us, casting a shadow. I scramble to lighten the mood, but her eyes stay locked onto mine, searching.
"I'm not sure of anything in this world."
The words hang like glass, ready to shatter. Her fingers tremble slightly in mine, gaze drifting somewhere far beyond this room, beyond us. Outside, rain taps insistently against the windowsill, trying to fill the silence. I watch her chest rise with a slow, steadying breath.
"Hey…" My thumb brushes her palm, feeling the rabbit-quick beat of her pulse. "It's just a game, remember? No right or wrong answers."
She nods, but her smile is tight. I can see her reassembling herself—chin lifting, shoulders squaring. The familiar defiance resurfaces, that rebel who refuses to stay vulnerable for long.
"Is there something you'd like us to do together that we haven't?" I draw the next card, pausing to let honesty guide me. "This isn't from the spicy deck, but…" A soft laugh. "I want to spend a whole day in bed with you. Just… being. And… other things."
Katrin's laughter sparkles, her eyes alight with that wicked gleam that steals my breath.
"We'll see about that…" She waggles a finger, her voice a velvet promise that sends shivers down my spine.
"Next question: How do you prefer to initiate intimacy?"
"A kiss," I answer without hesitation. For us, it's always the bridge—real, grounding, necessary. She nods like she's known all along. Words aren't needed.
"What does money mean to you? How much would you want to earn?"
I shrug. "Enough to live without working 24/7. It's just… survival. Comfort. Freedom."
Then she flips the next card, brows arching.
"Ah, an 18+ one: What do you do to turn your partner on?" Her smirk is lethal. "Guess you already answered that earlier."
"I'll take it."
Tension ebbs, and the moment softens. Now it's my turn.
"What do you value most about me—spiritually, intellectually, physically?" The question I've held back for too long.
"Your mind first," I say quietly. "The way you think. But your heart matters just as much. And physically…" I pause deliberately. "You're very easy to admire."
Her lips quirk, and for a heartbeat, the world feels smaller, warmer—ours.
"Next question: Have you ever watched adult content with your partner?"
"No," I answer honestly, feeling her gaze instantly sharpen—as if she's been waiting for this question and is now ready to catch me on every word.
Katrin suddenly leans closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, lips slightly parted like a cat poised to pounce.
"Would you want to?" Her voice sounds almost playful, but there's something else in it that makes me shift slightly.
I laugh, not hiding the faint nerves in my voice. "On my own initiative? No. You turn me on just fine without videos. But if you suggested it… I'd try it, then give my opinion. Like with the pole dancing."
Her laugh is genuine, and I feel the tension dissolve. She nods, her eyes softer but still brimming with that same rebellious energy.
"Agree with you there. I don't need an extra 'push' in that department." Her words are confident, but I catch that same provocative spark in her tone.
"My turn now. What's better—being the funniest or the smartest person?"
She snorts, raising an eyebrow. "Very funny. Obviously, it's best to have both."
I can't suppress a smile. Her answer is so full of cheeky energy that it practically radiates through the room.
"True. You're smart, beautiful, and hilarious all at once." The words spill out so sincerely, it's like they find their own way to my lips.
Katrin rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush faintly as she reaches for the next card, visibly pleased. Her smile carries a hint of smugness.
"Thanks for the compliment. What's your favorite type of lingerie to wear or see on your partner?"
She bites her lip, her gaze turning predatory—like someone who knows exactly what they could do to you, leaving no room for resistance.
"I either want you in the outfits I pick… or in nothing at all." Her voice drops to a whisper, as if the mere thought of me undressed thrills her.
"Like that morning when I took your clothes…" She draws out the words, and my chest tightens with anticipation. "You're very beautiful naked."
Rebel Girl slowly runs her tongue over her upper lip, and I feel my cheeks burn. Her stare is so penetrating, it's like she sees every thought in my head. Her fingers grip the edge of the pillow, and suddenly, I realize she's reliving that moment—when everything between us was intimate and raw. The morning scene, her touch searing and unbearably passionate, flickers in her eyes. It's not just a memory; it's a live wire of desire.
"Have you ever tried bondage or BDSM?"
"No, but I tie up a guy once… and it ends badly."
I flip the next card quickly, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere—though the tension between us still lingers.
"What two things do we have in common? Knowledge and dancing."
Her eyebrow shoots up, her gaze sharpening like she's ready to dissect every syllable.
"Explain."
"We're both smart—though you're definitely smarter." I grin, keeping my tone light but letting the admiration seep through. "I dance professionally, and you… just love doing it."
Rebel Girl nods, pleasure flashing in her eyes at the phrasing, as if she's been waiting for that exact praise.
"Agreed," she says, lips curling into a satisfied smile. The atmosphere eases slightly.
"Have you ever done a striptease or lap dance for your partner?"
"You could say that." I smirk. "When we played Scrabble. Or don't you count that as a kind of striptease?"
Katrin tilts her head, her expression thoughtful but playful.
"Not quite. A striptease is dancing to music, not silently taking clothes off."
"You're just impossible." I laugh, but her teasing mood tells me she won't drop this easily. "Your turn, by the way."
She squints, her smile growing more enigmatic—like she knows this conversation isn't ending here.
"The impossible girl keeps answering questions. What's the best way to comfort you when you're sad?"
Her expression softens suddenly, and I notice her shoulders relax slightly, as if she's back in that moment when my words and actions truly matter to her.
"Just hug me… like you did when I tried to kick you out in tears. A hug helps most."
For a second, a warm silence lingers between us. I can sense something genuine in her voice—something that makes me feel the weight of this moment. It's more than just a question; it's an admission that she values not only my words but also the times I've simply been there.
Then Katrin flips the next card, and I notice her eyes widen, her expression shifting instantly. Her full attention locks onto the text on the card, and I already sense that this question will be something unexpected.
"Okay, next challenge: Send your partner a nude selfie. Do we do this now?"
I feel blood rush to my cheeks, a burning sensation freezing at my fingertips as my gaze meets hers. My body goes still, thoughts scattering. A sharp pang hits my chest, as if the air thickens and every sensation sharpens. I nod, trying to mask my confusion.
"Yes." I want this. How could I pass up such a moment?
Katrin rises slowly, her lips parting slightly in a smile—something deceptively innocent yet so enticing that I can't help but wonder what she's planning. I know it'll be unexpected. Maybe even daring.
"Alright. I'll do it in the bathroom… wait for the pic."
Rebel Girl walks out, her movements unhurried, and I catch the subtle sway of her hips, each step carrying a magnetic pull. Everything around me seems to hush, leaving me in this nervous anticipation. I sit, unable to look away from the door, my mind pounding with one thought: What happens next? My thoughts race, my entire body burning.
A few seconds later, the click of the bathroom lock echoes from my bedroom, and once again, I feel an involuntary flutter of expectation coil in my stomach. My hands clench unconsciously. There's something thrilling and dangerous about this moment—like the prelude to something unknown.