He carefully placed the pieces on the board. Deftly, his fingers moved them into position as a smile slowly formed on his face.
“That’s not even a real word,” she chuckled. Her tone was a mix of serious and playfully flirtatious.
“It is,” he said.
“No, it’s not,” she shook her head. The frown that she wanted to form fought with the smile that wouldn’t leave her face.
“It is,” he insisted.
“Uh-huh, prove it.” She passed him the dictionary and waited for him to skim through the pages for this imaginary word he placed on the board.
“What? You don’t trust me?” He stood up and put his hands to his chest. To add to the effect, he formed his features to portray that she had injured his feelings and started to walk away. “I’m hurt. I’m so hurt.”
She stood up and walked to him. Pulling his arm to turn him around, she tilted her head upward to look at him and smiled.
“Don’t be like that,” she said.
“So you believe me?”
“Not at all,” she answered.
“That’s okay. I made up the word anyway,” he said bending down to wrap his arms around her. He wanted to kiss her, but felt it was too early in their relationship to make that move.
“So why pretend that it was real?” she asked.
“It was the easiest way to get you right here,” he replied. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple and thought to himself about how her scent always seemed to relax him. He didn’t realize that she felt the same way. Both took in deep breaths and exhaled.
“Okay,” she said. “Now sit down and take this beating like a man.”
by Angelique Grey
Notes: prompted by writeworld sentence prompt: “That’s not even a real world.”