(...) "Oh, I'm sure," she said sardonically, lying down next to him. "No cheating at all." She kissed his temple. "None."
He scoffed. "I didn't cheat! Not once. I'll only cheat if real money is involved. Only then. And I won't get caught," he replied quietly, putting his arm around her.
"Well, you just admitted it to me," she said, smirking up at him. "So, as a moral citizen, you know I have to report this to the police."
"Shh. You won't be telling anyone anything, otherwise I'll have to keep you prisoner in this fort. You won't be allowed to leave."
She considered it with mock seriousness, biting her lip as she thought. "I'd like the option to remain open," she replied eventually. "I enjoy having a free will."
"Hmm. Fine. Just don't call the cops on me. Thanks," he said, leaning over and kissing her. "I appreciate it."
She kissed him back, her hands on his chest. "I suppose that reporting a person to authorities really would put a damper on the relationship," Poppy reasoned when they pulled apart. "So I suppose I can avoid that for the time being.
"Ah, thank you. I only told you because we aren't supposed to have secrets," he said, sitting over slightly, close to her face.
She smiled up at him, her dimples exposed. "I appreciate that," she said, nodding. "Secrets are overrated."
She shrugged. "I have things I haven't told you," she said. "But I can't think of anything I wouldn't tell you if you asked."
He went back to his original spot, putting his arm around her again. "Hm. Alright. Tell me something I don't know, then."
"Hmm," she said thoughtfully. She turned her head to nuzzle her nose into his neck, her hair tickling him slightly. "Something simple is that my favorite color is green. Like, spring green."
He smelled like fresh laundry and cologne, nodding as he brushed his fingers through her hair. "Noted. I'll keep that in mind. What's your favorite animal?"
"I think that's the extent of our soul searching," she said sarcastically, grinning up at him. "There's nothing we don't know about each other now."
