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“Cassius!”
“Cassius.”
Both of us freeze at Butch’s voice. He’s eyeing us both carefully, but there’s a hint of amusement quirking his lips, like he’s trying his hardest not to smile. “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” I squeak, pushing Cassius away so roughly he backs up into the rack of vodka. “I wasnotabout to fuck him here. Tell Davis that, okay?”
Butch gives me a confused look, but shrugs. He up-nods Cassius and juts his thumb over his shoulder. “Boss wants to see you.”
Cassius wrinkles his nose. “Why?”
“Something about a new speaker?” Butch shrugs. “I don’t know. Since when do I ask questions?”
“Fair,” Cassius mumbles. He plants one last lingering kiss on my cheek before stepping back. “There’s clothes in the pack on the bike for you to change into after work.”
I cock my head and smile, already feeling the stirrings of a surprise. “Ooo, what for?”
Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head. “No. Just grab it before they open the doors so you can be ready when we’re off.”
“Cassius,” Butch groans, looking far too irritated. “Please, don’t keep him waiting.”
Cassius rolls his eyes and kisses my cheek once more. “Be ready.”
“Okay!” I say, practically hopping in place as he walks away.
Ilovesurprises. And knowing Cassius, he’s planned something extra special for us tonight.
Fuck, I love my life.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Cassius
“You’ve gotto be kidding me!”
I grin as Skylar bolts from my side, ignoring the fact that I haven’t paid the entry fee yet. The guy behind the counter finds it funny and doesn’t say anything as I pay, my eyes wandering to see where Skylar went. Once I’m done, I follow the path he took and laugh out loud when I spot where his first destination was.
He’s bouncing on his heels with his hands pleadingly clasped in front of him. “Please.”
I’ll give him anything he wants—he should know that by now—but I love giving him a bit of a hard time too. So, I scratch the back of my neck and pretend to be unsure. “I don’t know, sunshine. It’s not really my thing.”
“Cass,please!” he begs as he leaps forward to take my hands. “You know how much I love it!”
I pretend to consider it for a few more seconds before nodding. “Sure. Why the fuck not?”
One of the things I’ve wanted Skylar to learn through this whole plan of his is that dating should befun. From the pool of all the assholes he’s been with, none of them had ever taken the time to make sure he had a good date. They’d hang out at ourplace or theirs, maybe go out to eat every now and then, but that was the extent of it. Dating is supposed to be more than that.
Hence why I brought him to the only twenty-four-hour arcade located downtown. Even at three in the morning, there are still a considerable amount of people here. I know for a fact that Ricky the Dicky or any of his other ex-boyfriends never would have done this for him. Especially what he’s asking for.
But I’m not them. Unlike them, I fucking love Skylar, and when he’s happy, so am I. So, that’s why I take off my jacket and drape it across the railing in front of us, stretching my arms over my head as I prepare for the battle.
Dance Party Extreme.
“You remember how to play?” Skylar asks, already in position as he waits to start up the game.
I nod. “I dance.”
“It’s more than just dancing.” He scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “It’sskill.”
