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“Yeah, Matteo,” Mason grins, pulling Grace onto his lap. “You shouldn’t be a sore loser.”
His best friend glares at him. “Don’t even get me started. You let her win.”
“Did not.”
“Did so.”
“You both are acting like sore losers.” Quinn slaps Matteo over the head. “What are you, five? Gimmie that. I’ll show you how to play it.”
I hand the other controller to Grace. “Your turn. I’m going to grab another drink.”
Grabbing my cup from the table, I lift my arms in the air to stretch my sore muscles.
“The drinks are in the fridge,” Mason calls after me, his attention on his girlfriend as she picks her character.
“Thanks.”
I walk out of the living room and toward the kitchen. The lamp over the sink is turned on, illuminating the room in a dim light. A few pizza boxes are stacked on the counter from our dinner earlier.
“Hey, you.”
I turn around to see Michael stop and lean against the doorway. “Hey.”
“Need help?”
I lift my cup. “Just grabbing a refill. Mason said it’s okay.”
“Of course.” He pushes from the doorway and walks toward me, taking my cup. “Whiskey and coke, right?”
“Right.”
He pulls open the fridge and grabs the bottles. I lean against the counter and watch him make my drink before pulling a beer bottle from the fridge and popping it open.
“To more nights like this?”
He lifts his bottle, and I press my glass against his. “To more nights like this.”
Although I was a little bit skeptical at the beginning, I had to admit I was having a good time. The boys were funny, and it helped that we were beating them at the game. Plus, Grace stuck to her end of the bargain and didn’t mention anything about double dates or whatnot.
As if on cue, groaning spreads from the living room, making me chuckle.
“You’re playing this at home, right?”
“Maybe a little bit.” I take a sip of my drink. “Grace has a PlayStation back home, and we might have spent a better part of the summer playing it.”
“It shows.”
“Keep it a secret?”
I push from the counter, ready to get back to the living room, but Michael grabs my hand pulling me back.
My body stiffens, surprised at his touch. I zero in my gaze on his hand wrapped around mine before lifting to meet his dark eyes, forcing myself to relax.
This is just Michael.
“What will I get for keeping your secret?” He quirks one of his brows at me, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Satisfaction of watching your friends get beaten by a couple of girls?”
