Page 30 of Our Final Game

“You’re so stupid,” Rohan mutters, pushing me away.

I pinch my brows. I wasn’t expecting that. He’s usually a lot more ‘shut the fuck up and get away from me before I kill you,’ but he was definitely a little pink just now. Maybe he’s thinking of me as Zero. I chuckle before following closely behind the rest of the way to the map.

I summon my blade as we approach and the monsters become alert to our presence. “I’ll level you first, and then we can tag team them after that,” I say, and he surprises me again when he just nods.

Rohan quick dashes to a safe distance from the monsters. I start taking out the tiger-like creatures one by one. They’re a little closer to my level but still below, so I try to take them slowly. As I kill a larger number of the pack, their little, or should I say big, friends start to notice me.

I’m piercing my sword into one tiger before two others appear to protect him. The second one pounces on me, and I roll away, but the third one lands its attack, and I lose a third of my HP.

Shit. I forgot how strong they were.

“Tyson! Are you okay!?” Rohan yells from across the map.

“Yeah, stay there!” I say, my back still facing him. If I take my eyes off these fuckers for even a second, I could be tonight’s dinner.

I kill the first one I was originally taking on before I turn to his other two friends. They begin to circle me. My breath starts to shallow out. I’m getting tired. I try to dash away when the second tiger jumps at me, slashing his huge paw across my chest. The attack lands, knocking the wind out of me.

My HP dips even more, dangerously low.

I suck in a deep breath, collecting myself before running at full speed and driving my blade into the tiger’s body. He dissolves into thin air, but I’ve left my back open, and his friend jumps, landing on top of me.

“Tyson!” Rohan shouts, panic coloring his voice. I can feel him dashing toward me and the monster. He makes it close enough to pierce his lance through its body, the tip turning light blue with electricity crackling around it. The tiger dissipates.

Rohan helps me up, and I stumble into his body a little. He tries to hold me steady as best he can, looking up at me; his face is pinched. If I was absolutely insane, I’d say little Chandra was worried about me.

He swallows, still eyeing me, his brows furrow before he suddenly closes the distance between us and presses his lips to mine.

Rohan Chandra is kissing me?

My entire body freezes, the beat of my heart stutters. The only thing I feel is the softness of his lips. I’ve felt them before when I had to perform CPR on him, but this…

This is different.

This might keep me up at night.

After I regain my senses, my lids lower and I move my lips against his. I begin to feel relaxed and light again. Green sparks encircle both of us as Rohan presses his torso into mine, grabbing onto the front of my black shirt.

And as soon as a moan escapes me. As soon as I open my mouth to slip my tongue in to taste him … to devour him whole…

He breaks away.

My brow lifts as I gaze down at him. His eyes are shifting a little. I hope he can’t tell how hungry and unsatisfied he’s left me.

“It’s… A healing move.” Rohan says, his face red as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Ah, I’m familiar with this move. It’s quite sweet; one player can give another some of their HP via kiss. Our new boss really fought for this one, and we figured he was probably super into the fan service-y shit.

Gotta remind myself to thank him later.

“You … saved me. So I … just wanted to help you.” He stumbles over his words, avoiding my gaze. He’s still so close I can feel his body trembling a little.

A smirk creeps slowly across my face. “Right.”

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just said so, Rohan.”

“I don’t!” He snaps, and there it is.

“Oh really?” I say over his lips, his chest rising and falling rapidly against me.