Page 115 of Play Dirty

The storm howled outside. Louder. Closer.

But it didn’t matter.

I found myself looking up into Grayson’s eyes. His mouth curved slightly, into something resembling a wolf’s grin.

“You ever lose a bet you didn’t know you were making?” he asked.

“That sounds like something you say right before being incredibly annoying,” I said.

He nodded toward Ares.

“Kiss him.”

Silence.

I stared at him.

“You’re insufferable,” I said.

“Kiss him.”

A beat.

Then—

“You’ve already kissed me.”

The revelation hung in the air, occupying the space between us. Grayson’s gaze didn’t leave mine.

Sebastian suddenly shifted.

“She kissed me too.”

I froze.

Grayson’s head turned slowly. Ares didn’t move. Didn’t react.

But he also didn’t look away.

“Well?” Grayson asked.

Ares finally leaned back slightly, one arm draped casually along the bench.

“Yeah,” he said.

A beat.

“Been there.”

Something in his tone made my stomach flip.

Grayson looked between us, then back at me.

“Well,” he said quietly. “That changes things.”

I felt queasy now. Not necessarily in a bad way.

“What things?”