Page 128 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Sounds like an excuse to me,” I tease, turning back to watch the guys in awe. “Have you ever seenThe Kissing Booth?”
“Sounds like a chick movie.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then no, I haven’t.”
“I bet they have,” I muse, picturing younger versions of Monroe and Killer with bowls of popcorn, cushions, and blankets, having a movie date with their little sisters. “You missed out.”
“Maybe it’s something we need to fix.”
“Better message Nova then, see if she’s interested in a movie date.”
“Not what I was thinking.”
“Nooooo,” Killer screams before he collapses to the ground, kicking out in frustration. Meanwhile, Monroe silently celebrates another win by holding up his index fingers, proclaiming himself as number one.
“Woot woot. Let’s see your celly dance, Marilyn,” Brit hollers, setting Hayden off on a whole new dance routine.
“I’m never going to live this down,” Killer complains. “My sisters will disown me.”
Hayden stands over him, watching with a smirk.
“Aw, Killer. It’s okay, nothing a little practice won’t fix.”
“Fuck you, Rookie. We’re meant to be better than you at everything.”
“Hate to break it to you, Kill,” Fletch starts, “but Monro?—”
“Don’t even start, Cap. He’s second line for a reason.”
“Ohhhh…it’s getting ugly in here,” Linc teases.
“Right, who’s next?” Brit asks, clearly confident it’s not going to be him, seeing as he lost in the first round already.
I shrink back into the couch when all eyes turn on me.
Shit.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so excited to watch this play out.
“Doc, you gonna show us what you got?” Monroe asks.
I look at him before moving to each guy currently looking at me.
“Fine. But I’m not going up against either of you,” I say, pointing between Hayden and Calvin. “And,” I start as I hop to my feet, “I need to go put on a sports bra.”
“Aw, that’s not fun,” Killer complains. “Ow, what was that for?” he grunts, and when I turn around, I find that Handsy has gotten to his feet and smacked him around the head.
“Don’t talk about Parker like that. She’s one of us. You should want to see her tits bouncing around as much as you want to watch my balls.”
“Ew, bro. That isn’t a visual I need.”
“Exactly. Get it together.”
As I turn away to dash to my room, my eyes meet Linc’s.
He holds them for a beat before they drop down my body.
