how about theme park with nick?

“Your face coming down that first hill was like ‘ahhhh’ ”, and you made a wide eyed scared face.

Nick burst out laughing, “Not any worse than you digging your nails into my arm!” Both of you doubled over laughing. You gave him a playful smack on the arm. “Ow! You wound me my love.” He rubbed his arm feigning injury. 

Once both of you gained your composure, you went in search of food. After a corn dog, French fries and a fresh lemonade, Nick decided to rest on a bench in the shade. He put his arms around your shoulders and you leaned into him.

“What do you want to do next? Another ride? Play some games?” He lazily traced his thumb back and forth on your shoulder.

Scrunching up your face and rubbing your belly, “Let’s play some games. Not sure my stomach can handle another ride yet.” 

“Skee-ball! My favorite!”, Nick exclaimed. “I kick butt at this game.”

“Uh, you’ve met your match, hombre. Prepare to go down.” Gesturing with your hands and smirking at Nick.

“Is that right?” He rubbed his chin, thinking. “Well then, let’s make this interesting, mi amor. If I win, you cook, clean up AND I get a blow job, every night for a week.” He crossed his arms, over his chest and smirked, looking rather pleased with himself.

Nodding your head, “Okay. If I win, you wash dishes, clothes, cook and we’ll do whatever I want in bed.” You stuck your hand out to Nick.

He studied you for a beat then grasped your hand in a firm handshake, “Deal. I don’t know if I wanna win or lose.” His face broke into a big smile.

Rubbing your hands together, you stated, “Winning feels good! I’ll have a dinner menu prepared tomorrow evening Detective.”

Nick rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I still didn’t really lose though. C’mon let’s go home. You can cash in on the first night of your winnings.” Nick waggled his brows.