Page 35 of Bad Blood Panther
“Yes it does, but I’m not showing you because you’re rude. Here. I’ll find another quiz.”
Jenny shook her head, watching him flip through his ridiculous pile of magazines. He could be so goofy, and somehow it made her feel all mushy inside.
“These quizzes suck,” Xander announced. “I’m creating my own. The Fierro Personality Test.”
He left her to eat ice cream and read fashion articles while he wrote questions in a tiny notebook. “Okay, got it,” he said. “This is very scientific.”
“I’m sure.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Teal.”
“Is that even a color?”
“Of course it is. It’s like, blue-green.”
“Why didn’t you just say that, then?”
Jenny sighed. “You are such a guy.”
“You love that about me. Okay, what’s your favorite sex toy?”
She blushed all the way down to her toes. “I don’t have any sex toys!”
“Don’t worry.” He patted her legs. “I’ll get you some.”
“You will not.” Geez. She couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing.
“Moving on,” he said. “What’s your favorite Xander Fierro body part?” He took a bite of ice cream. “Besides the wangerdoodle, of course.”
“So, we’re taking it for granted the wangerdoodle is the first favorite?”
“How could you not love my wangerdoodle?”
“I like this spot right here.” She leaned over and nibbled the place on his neck just below his ear that always made him crazy.
“Umm,” he said. “Maybe we should talk again about your relationship with the wangerdoodle? Because it woke up and it’s looking for love.”
“Not in the middle of a quiz,” she said innocently, settling back against her pillows. “This is an important step in our evolution as a couple, remember?”
“Grr.” He returned to his notebook. “Favorite sexual position?”
“Do you ever think about anything but sex?”
“Not since I stopped wanting to kill stuff all the time. Come on. Favorite position.”
She pouted. “I don’t want to pick.”
“Why not?”
“What if I pick one and then we don’t do the others anymore?”
He leaned over and gave her a kiss, licking ice cream off her lip. Mmm. She definitely was getting more interested in furthering her relationship with the wangerdoodle.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “If you want, I’ll make a list of positions and we can rotate through them, so we don’t forget any. Want to know what my favorite is?”
Jenny rolled her eyes. “It’s that weird Kama Sutra one, isn’t it? Where you were standing up and my head was down by your ankle?”
