Fitz laughs. “No. I knew you’d already win. I was trying to rig it for me to win.” He moves moving my hair over my shoulder, sticking his face into my neck. “I would’ve done anything to dance with you. You being my wife now has solved a lot of my teenage trauma.”

He sighs and my insides melt, making me feel like I’m sinking into the mattress.

“What are you thinking?” Fitz asks against my neck.

“Just about us,” I say as he pulls back. “And how much I want to make it work.”

“Parker, if you divorce me, don’t think I’m not above asking you to marry me again.” We lock hands, resting them in the small space between us. “But if you want that, if you want the dating and the pining and all the”—he pauses to think for a minute—“the relationship stuff, you already know I’m game. I’d never say no to wooing you.”

If Fitz thinks for a second he hasn’t wooed me, I worry about what the next round might be like.

“You don’t have to try so hard,” I tell him. “If anything, I should be the one wooing you.”

“Well,” he begins. “You’ve got to let me live out some of the teenage dreams I missed out on. One of them kind of happened tonight.”

Narrowing my eyes, I think back to the classroom. “Hooking up in the science wing was on your bucket list?”

A playful smirk lights up Fitz’s face. “Maybe.”

“Oh, so it’s a naughty teenage dream list. What else is on there?”

Fitz doesn’t say anything.

“Tell me.” I nudge him playfully.

A deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “No.”

“Tell me.”

Fitz shakes his head

Straightening, I push him onto his back and straddle his stomach. “Tell me.”

Fitz holds his hands up, one on each side of his head. “That’s not fair. You can’t ask me to tell you while you’re naked and on top of me. That’s coercion. There are laws against it.”

I brush my hair to the side before I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Please,” I whisper against his ear.

“Fine.”

I immediately pull back and straighten. “That’s it? One kiss to your neck and you’re singing like a canary? Remind me to never commit a crime and tell you about it. You’d hang me out to dry.”

“I don’t have to testify against you in court though.” He holds up a finger. “Spousal privileges.”

My eyes haven’t even rolled all the way to the side before I do when Fitz flips me over, hovering above me and caging me in with his arms.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Not anymore. I’ll woo you without your help.”

Fitz nibbles on my neck.

“Alright, fine. Twist my arm.” My voice cracks.