Chapter 22

Emma’s POV

“How about we play twenty questions?” I said as I laid my head on his shoulders, playing with his chest hair.

“What are we, teenagers?” He chuckled, and I smiled at the vibrations that rumbled in his chest.

“Come on, it wouldn’t kill. We barely know anything about each other, and we plan on getting married next week.”

“I know some things about you.”

I looked up at him. “Really?” I moved from him and rested my elbows on the bed, using my palm to support my chin as I stared down at him. “What’s my favorite color?”

“Pink?”

“No,” I nudged him gently with a little laugh. “Why do men think all women like pink? My favorite color is blue.”

“That’s close.”

“No, it’s not.” I shook my head and laid back on his chest. “What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

“Black,” he said simply. “But not because I’m trying to be mysterious or give off a certain kinda vibe, but because I truly like the color.”

“I think black suits you