The port was delicious, rich and tawny. Anna sighed out a long breath and settled back, her fingers curled loosely around the stem of her glass. "So," she breathed.
"So?"
"Thinking of what secrets I can blackmail out of you."
"Hah," I laughed. "I thought it was bribery, not blackmail."
"That too," she murmured. Her eyes twinkled in the firelight. "I'm just... worried, I guess. I don't want to spook you or push you too far."
"I'm a big boy, Anna. This is safe ground, you know that. Ask away, I won't take offense."
"Promise?"
"Promise," I murmured, meeting her gaze.
She drew nervous arcs in the air with her foot. "Tell me a secret."
"What kind of a secret?"
"Something dirty. Kinky."
"Mm. Here's one. I used to spy on your friends when they were sleeping over."
"I know," she grinne
