“You’re doing pretty good.”
She rolls her eyes. “What an endorsement.”
I let out a laugh, feeling that easy confidence spark inside me again.Fuck, I like this girl.She’s funny, gorgeous, and the best part? She’s not blabbering on about hockey like everyone else in my life.
“You’re better than you think, trust me. You just need to loosen up.” I tip my head toward the beer pong table. “Ever played beer pong before?”
She shrugs, her pink glossy lips tipping up into a smirk. “Not really.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Wanna give it a shot?”
She smirks, her eyes narrowing in a way that makes my body hum with heat.Fuck, I missed this feeling.“Depends. What do I get if I win?”
“Whatever you want.”
Her smirk deepens as she leans in, her finger tracing the rim of her cup. “And what do you get if you win?”
Christ.Dangerous fucking question.I shrug, already picturing her panties on my bedroom floor. “Your number.”
She laughs, her eyes lighting up. I’m not being coy here. I want her, and she wants me. If I have to play a silly game to get her, then so fucking be it.
“You’re on.”
We head toward the beer pong table, waiting for the group to finish their round. Finally, it’s our turn, and we go to opposite ends. She places her hands on the table, giving me a teasing look. I can already picture her on her knees, her eyes burning with that same heat.
“Three cups?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
I smirk, grabbing a ping pong ball. “Hey, the fewer cups, the quicker the victory.”
She smirks back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Yeah, sure. Or I could just win this in one shot.”
I chuckle as she picks up the ball and tosses it. It misses, bouncing off the side of the cup before falling to the floor.
“Nice try,” I tease, flicking the ball in my hand.
Her eyes narrow, but there’s a playful smile tugging at her lips. “One shot doesn’t mean I can’t still win this.”
I smile back, feeling more like my old self than I’ve felt in a long time. I pick up a ping pong ball, aiming carefully at her cup, and launch it, swirling around the rim before landing inside.
“One down,” I say with a cocky smirk of my own.
She shakes her head, reaching for the cup, then takes a quick drink.
“My turn.” Grabbing a ball, she tosses it with a quick flick of her wrist, and it lands right in my cup.
I raise an eyebrow, impressed. “Okay, alright. You’ve got good aim.” I pick up the cup, take a swig, then grab the ball again, sinking another one in.
She takes a sip from her cup, her eyes never leaving mine before she grabs the ball and throws it again.
I raise an eyebrow when it lands in my cup.Damn. I take a quick sip of my cup and grab the ball, rolling it in my hands as I flash her a grin. “Ready to call it?”
She tilts her head and arches a brow. “Not a chance.”
My shoulders shake with a chuckle, and I blow on the ball, rolling it in my hand a few more times, before I take the shot. I watch it sink it into the last cup with a satisfying thud.Fuck yeah.
I strut toward her, a grin plastered across my face. “I win.”
She scans me from head to toe, her eyebrow arched. “You win,” she repeats, and fuck, I can’t look away from her.
