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“I apologized to James too. We’re good. I promise you. Everything is good now. You’re back.” He exhaled like he hadn’t breathed so deeply in ages.

“I love you,” I whispered.

He kissed me behind my ear.

“Get a room,” Mason said.

Matt laughed. “We should be saying that to you two. We walked in on Bee tied up in the kitchen.”

“Well every inch of this apartment istechnicallyour room,” Mason said.

“Gross.”

I laughed as Matt leaned forward to grab us each a controller.

“Wait, so you’re good at this?” Bee asked me. “Because I’m terrible.”

“No, I definitely wouldn’t say I’m good at this. Matt and Mason had a bad habit of teaming up against me in any game I’d played with the two of them.”

“Psh. Well now we can team up against them.”

I smiled. I had a feeling Bee was going to be a great teammate, because she was the only one capable of distracting Mason.

***

There was a knock on the door.

“Someone else is early too,” I said as my character hid behind a bush.

Mason laughed. “Why are you hiding? I’m right there. I can see you.”

Damn it.Bee was a fun teammate. But we were terrible at this game.

“I’ll get the door,” Matt said. He hit the pause button on the game.

Why was he answering their door?

But my train of thought ended as soon as he left the room because Bee grabbed Matt’s controller and un-paused the game.

“Now’s our chance!” she said. She hopped out of the bush beside mine and started firing.

“Cheaters!” Mason tried to pause the game again but Bee tossed Matt’s controller across the room.

Mason got up to go retrieve it, but Bee tackled him on the couch.

“Get it!” Bee yelled to me.

I jumped off the couch and grabbed the controller just in time to prevent Mason from getting it.

“Put it down,” Mason warned as he unwound himself from Bee’s tackle.

I went to throw it over Mason’s shoulder to Bee, but he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder instead. “Drop the contraband, sis.”

“Never!”

“What the hell?” Matt said as he walked back into the room.

“Now you know how James probably felt.” He slapped my butt. “You have a great ass, Brooklyn.”

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