Georgia's POV
"Oh—wait! We forgot to draw a card," Nick chirped like a kid who'd just found the last piece of candy.
He plucked the pink deck and pushed it at me. "You pick. We'll take turns."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but my hands trembled slightly as I shuffled the cards. "You're taking this way too seriously, you know that?" I teased.
He only smiled, the way he watches me when he knows he's got me. "I am serious. So be serious too." His gaze bored into my palms, daring me to cheat.
I pulled one card out. My stomach dropped. "Of course—not again!" I hissed.
Nick snatched the card from my hand with that impatient grin that always makes trouble sound delicious. He read it, then his lips thinned into a wicked smile. "Looks like you're fated to 'not' be in control tonight," he murmured, and before I could argue, he plunged his hand into the box and picked the wrist-ankle cuff.
