He didn't answer at first but instead his face seem different, like I had asked something wrong. I tilt my head to the side trying to read his expression but couldn't, Why is he quiet? I thought of voicing out my thought, "Did I–"

"Well.. nights. I hate night." He cut me off.

"Nights?" Does that mean he's scared of the dark?

"Could you ask some better question next time?" He says, leaning back to the small tiny couch. His expression says he doesn't want to further this topic so I decide not to push it.

"My turn." He was normal again. Why did he act that way before? "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"No. You?" I stated, my heart pounder in between.

"Well I broke up with my girlfriend last week," he paused, with his lips tug up he said, "but now she wants me back" He boost. I shouldn't be concerned if he have a girlfriend or a ex girlfriend but I felt this ugly spang in my stomach.

Thinking, I say, "My turn. What's the best thing you've ever given to a girl?"

He seem to think for a second, "I don't know. My kiss?" He shrug, a smile crept on his lips, drawing my attention to them. They seem soft and attractive, "They appreciate my kiss more than anything else," he cross his long legs across each other.

With a huff, I shake my head. Boost full.

Why won't they anyway. My eyes roll by themselves as I picture him kissing a blonde and she grabs his chest pulling him close. Ewk.

"My turn." He looks at me with narrowed eyes before the question roll of his tongue.

"Yeah go on," I moist my own lips as I said, trying to distract myself from imagining his lips on mine. That would never happen. No matter what.

"Have you been kissed before?" Finally, the five unexpected words leaves his mouth and I feel my cheeks hit up at once. One, with the way he's staring at me. Two, the way the words had roll out his mouth. It's making me mentally insane.

"Yea.. Few times." I replied, a little nervously. Norms, I would never get shy with such question from anyone, but it coming from Max, only made me imagine.

I cleared my throat to clear what so ever lump was growing there before asking my next question. "When was the first time you kissed a girl?" The question escape my lips, before I could stop them.

I can't believe I just asked that though. I wouldn't ask such question on a norms. But I guess this was the effect of playing a game like this with an opposite sex; It always happen that they would end up intimate, go wild or something like that. But that wouldn't happen between me and Max. We're cousins. And cousins don't have to be all romantic or sexual with each other.

"Honestly, I guess when I was twelve." He replied to the question.

"Oh." He really must have kissed so many girls. Even half of America population. Sincerely, If he wasn't my cousin I'm pretty sure I would have— Don't even think of it. He's like a brother to me. "Okay, your turn." I said, too quickly.

"Have you had sex before?" He surprisingly asked, enough for me to gag.

That was one of a hilarious question. He can't be serious. Sex?

Lips curled up he say, "Don't be too flattered it's just a question."

"Max, what really do you think of me?" I asked, in disbelief, as I try to hide my flushing face away from his; yeah, I was this innocent. He just asked me about sex. Sex!

"Come on, just tell me the truth" His voice was calm as ever and unaffected.

"You're one of a silicon, Max. No!" I rub my temple trying to ease the heat. I was really embarrassed saying this to him.

"No what?"

"No I haven't done it before!"

"Say it in full." He demand. He must enjoy seeing me highly embarrassed like this. He is such a spoilt brat.

"Max!"

"Okay. I'll take that as a yes."

"Hell, no Max, I have never had sex before. Jeez!" I know my cheeks were like a walking tomatoes. Questions like this make me nervous.

"Why?" Oh God, Doesn't he feel awkward asking all this?

"Maybe because I insist till I'm at least twenty?" I told him, more like a question to myself. I wasn't interested in loosing my virginity now. Infact, I always cringe at the slightest sight of couples making out.

"You can't be serious," he laughed, "But you've been touched before?" He was rotten; always have been since kid. He was this bold, brave, yet quiet play guy who doesn't talk much with his family. He was always isolating himself when it comes to family planning. I don't know, but he was somewhat different from them.

"I don't let them go too far. Just a kiss and nothing more than that." I tell him. Why are we even saying this? He was really effecting me. I wouldn't talk about stuff like this to a opposite sex. Let alone my attractive cousin. Changing the topic, I ask, "Do you have a crush? Yes? Then who? How is she like? And what makes you like her?" That was cheeky for someone like Max. But I couldn't think of something else.

He hesitate a little before answering, "Well.. yes I do have a crush on this girl since I was six, but I never told her because of some reasons I never want to be true. And as for the name I can't really tell. She's cute, beautiful, and have this adorable smile with beautiful body and she's very smart too. I don't know why I like her but I know I like everything about her. Everything to be specific, including her smile, laugh. She's just awesome in everything, and she's the most beautiful thing you'd ask for in the world" He finished. That was something I didn't expect to hear from Max but he was sweet saying it. She must really be a good girl to him that she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Well, in his world. "Don't flatter yourself. You look nothing like her." He rolls his eyes back to the book he have been holding.

Ouch. I won't take that to heart.

"Okay, your turn" I brush it off, forcing out a smile.

He smirked and narrowed his eyes at me, again, and I knew he was up to something I don't like.

"Have a guy squeeze your butt before? Like have they tell you, you've a real sexy ass?" The way his lips pronounce the word sexy was so killing. And as for my cheeks, they were surely in form of a tomatoes. Why is he such a pervert?! As if he notice my flattering state, he said, "What, It's just a question."

Such a bad boy.

"Yeah, Daniel and his friends had told me that a lot of time," I try not to blush at the thought of one those hot players in my school approaching me with cunning smiles and thoughts in their head. Sometimes, I still get to wonder why I haven't surrender myself to any of them yet. "And as for the squeezing part just one person when I was in grade ten. But it was nothing more than that." I try not to laugh as I remember then in grade ten when I'd always tie a sweater round my waist because people would say I have a big ass.

He mumbled something I couldn't grab and followed with a scoffed before saying, "But you of all people should know you're ugly."

"Whatever Max. I know you aren't being serious."

"Funny enough, I'm serious."

"Fine. My turn" I informed, "what's the worst prank you've ever played a girl?"

A smirk let out his lips as if remembering something, "Putting a cockroach in a ring box and presenting it to her in front of the full school." He tells, with a smile.

"Oh my God Max, how could you do that!" I exclaimed, laughing at the poor girl. Everyone must have surely did the same. It's really funny picturing her shocked freaked up face.

"You should have seen her expression that day. She was one of a exciting freak when I showed her the box, she was like 'oh my gosh' 'oh my gosh'" he mimicked. "Like really who would propose to a annoying nerd like she is? She was so annoying with her prudish glasses that makes her look like a freaking alien. She looked priceless and screamed like a chicken when she saw the little insect inside the box after I got it opened. It was one of a remarkable one." He joined me in laughter.

Laughing with Max was not bad at all, infact I'm really enjoying this side of him. I know I shouldn't be laughing at the poor girl, I should be remorseful and curse at Max for being such a badass to her, but I can't help it as I almost fall off my chair picturing her terrified face.

"You're a bad boy Max!" I try to suppress my laughter, stating the obvious.

"You can say that again." He agreed, as he lean on the tiny couch again.

After about what seem to be a minute or more, the laughing pressure was reduced as I covered my mouth not to burst out again.

He looked at me with a slight smile playing on his lips as if he's thinking of what next to ask. And as if on point he asked, "What makes you laugh the most? Like what's your favourite thing? Your dream place.. you know those stuff."

This took me seconds to answer. I love many things, a lot of things, but as for my dream place, I'd always picture myself is Seattle. I love Seattle. The view in that place is awestruck. I'd always smile seeing myself seating on a white bedsheet and a book placed on my laps, with a pen in between my lips while I wear a crazy Sunday outfit and the morning sun shining brightly into the room through the ceiling to floor window, smiling at the busy scenario as I  think of what to write in my book.

It's dreaming.

"Well, going to Seattle and live a normal life there, viewing the beautiful scenarios, huge glass buildings with coffee store at every corner and all that. And I love fireflies too. They are beautiful creations at night. The way they lite up and fly in groups brightening little of the dark, it's adoring. Imagining this, really make me smile and excited for no reason. But I just can't picture myself in Seattle or a garden surrounded with fireflies, because I don't think it will ever happen." I said the last part with a laugh. Am so negative I know.

I really wish to live the rest of my life after college in Seattle. But it's not possible not when my mother would tell me not to stay far from her and my family.

"Cheesy." He chuckled, probably laughing at my fantasy.

"Hey! I was just saying what it feels like living In Seattle."

"And I never said anything bad about it."

"Fine."

"I thought same."

He look too attractive when he smiles at me. He has a bright feature. But, why does he not like nights?

"What makes you hate nights?" I didn't know why I ask that again, but I guess I'm just curious to know. His expression morphed a bit as he look away. "It's okay if you don't want to answer it, I'll just skip it." I try to lighten his features, feeling a little naive for asking that question again, even though I know he didn't wanted to talk about it.

"It's okay. It's really nothing I just hate nights. It's taunting and you miss the activities of the day." He tells me. I know this wasn't the real reason, but I smiled anyways, even though I wasn't satisfied with his answer.

"So your turn." I try to cover up so not to tense the atmosphere of the room.

His eyes darken as he stare at me ready to throw what so ever taunting question he had in mind. "You watch wild videos, don't you?" He asked, and my face suddenly went in a deep shade of red with my mouth agape. "Don't act too innocent. I know you more than you think. You're wild, Kira, you think wild. Just admit it" he said, calmly as he look at my priceless face.

"Hell no! Max that's not true." I try not to laugh at his pathetic thoughts.

"Here comes another sweet innocence." He leaned to the chair again with a short eye roll.

"Shut up Max! I don't watch those."

"If you don't watch them, then you do them?" His voice sounded so cocky and teasing. He was mocking me!

"That's even worse, I don't do those!" My face flushed for the fiftieth time today.

"You do." He pressed.

"No I don't, I'm serious." I shouldn't be laughing at this, but it's so sarcastic for him to think that I do make sexual videos. He's crazy.

"Liar." He snickered.

"Of course I'm not."

"You are, Kira."

"Fine let's drop this please." I plea. If he doesn't stop now, he won't stop laughing at me.

"Nope, I'll not. Not untill you tell me you've watched at least one."

"Not every one is as bad as you are."

"And that everyone exclude you."

"Shut up!" I throw the small pillow that seat on the four leg chair which I'm seating on, to him, as I continue laughing like a naught.

I can't believe am laughing over him saying I do porn. Normally, I'd throw a fist at him and call him different name saying he is a spoilt kid and shouldn't talk to me. But here I am laughing with my bratty cousin. He was going to corrupt me.

He toss the tiny pillow back at me and laughed at my embarrassed state of flushing.

He's so rude and irresponsible but, handsome at the same time.

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