Page 86 of Playbook
The following night, I pick up London and we go to Tripp’s house.
“I thought you said there were just going to be a few people,” she says as we walk through the packed living room.
“Compared to the last party you went to, this is small.”
Her light laughter loosens some of the tension I’ve been carrying around all day. The letter from Sabrina has continued to haunt me. Archer’s been hovering and I know he means well, but it takes me back to when we were kids and he first started inviting me over to his house.
We were already good friends so of course I wanted to hang with him, but I also knew there was some small part of him that was doing it out of pity.
London and I grab drinks and find an open spot on the couch in front of Tripp’s huge TV.
It’s a tight spot, so London is practically sitting on my lap. I drop a palm to her bare thigh.
“I missed you.”
Her eyes light up with amusement. “You saw me yesterday.”
“Twenty-five hours and fifteen minutes, but who’s counting?”
Her gaze darts from my eyes to my mouth. I lean in and brush my lips against hers.
She sighs into me, then pulls back. “We should talk about it.”
“Mhmmm.” I take her mouth a little harder.
She kisses me back, then presses on my chest. “That’s not talking.”
“We’re using our mouths. It’s basically the same thing.”
She laughs, but wraps her arms around my neck and then she’s the one initiating contact with her lips.
“Yo, Six!” Tripp calls.
“Ignore him,” I say to her when she stops kissing me.
Tripp yells again, louder this time.
Reluctantly, I pull back and look at him. “What?”
He grins like he knows he was taking me from a very nice moment with my girl. “I need to borrow your girl.”
“Excuse me?” My grip tightens instinctively around London.
“You too. Come on. It’ll be fun.”
“What have you gotten me into?” she asks, not seeming the least bit annoyed by the fact we were interrupted.
“I actually have no idea.” I stand with her and place her on the ground next to me, quickly lacing my fingers through hers.
We head toward Tripp in the kitchen and when we get closer I can see a few of the guys have started a game of Phase 10.
“What exactly do you need us for?” I ask, arching a brow in question. Normally, I’d be up for just about anything, but not when the other option is making out with London.
Tripp pulls a chair out next to him. “London, girl, have a seat.”
She glances briefly at me, but then moves toward him. “Oh, I love this game. My family used to play it all the time.”
“Brogan, I grabbed you a seat over there.” He points across the table.
