Page 91 of Our Final Game

I lean up, getting as close as I can to his lips without looking like we’re damn near about to kiss, even though I definitely would kiss him right now. I don’t care. “Well, that sounds like a skill issue. Try keeping it in your pants, Ty.”

“We both know I won’t be keeping anything in my pants tonight.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, please let’s go!” Zayne says, pushing me down the line.

“Damn, you guys should do OnlyFans. I’d pay to see it,” Milo says, biting his lip.

“In your fucking dreams, idiot.” I roll my eyes.

“Hey, you guys could make a shit ton of money. They’re already shipping you. I’m just saying.”

“Shut up, Milo.”

We’re standing at the side of the stage getting ready for the trophy ceremony. I try to get a glimpse of Tyson by standing on my toes. We finally lock eyes, and he smiles at me, nodding down toward his phone.

Ty

I’m so proud of you kitten.

Rohan

:) really?

Ty

yeah of course

Rohan

you’re not mad I kicked your ass?

Ty

by cheating but still proud

Rohan

you’re stupid.

Ty

but you love me.

Rohan

I never said that actually.

Ty

ouch so you don’t?

Rohan

of course I do :(

Ty

but you just said you never said that