“He’s not going to come alone. If he finds me here before I can run, he’ll bring enough of his people to stop you from helping me get away. And we both know I can’t outrun him. I’ve hated what I am for too long. I don’t have the winter fur.”
“It can still grow in.”
“Yeah, if I could spend enough time outside.” I gestured to the window.
We both knew the snow was up way too high for that. Maybe if I’d been a wild fox, I’d know how to survive out there, but I wasn’t. And I didn’t.
“If he makes it here before you can get out, we’ll think of something,” Bo finally said.
“Alright.” My anger was draining away.
All that was left in its place was exhaustion. And sadness. Maybe a little hopelessness, too. Together, they made a really great pessimism cocktail.
A minute of silence passed.
“Think you can still crush me in Call of Duty?” Bo finally asked.
I perked up, just a little. “Duh.”
“Have you played lately?”
“Hell yeah. I made a bunch of COD friends at the resort. I play with those bastards all the time.” I perked a little more. “Have you?”
“Of course. I’ve been training to kick your ass since you beat me when you were fifteen.”
“I was always unnaturally skilled at video games,” I admitted. “And your ridiculously gigantic hands definitely didn’t work in your favor.”
“Theseridiculously gigantichands have plenty of other uses, as you damn well know.” He flashed me a look on his way over to the TV, where he grabbed two video game console remotes. The one for the TV was already on the couch.
“Valid point.” I had to give him that.
There was definitely no denying hisotherskills. And I wanted to take advantage of those skills again before it was time for me to make my escape, so pretending they didn’t exist wouldn’t work in my favor.
“Besides, I have trained these hands to destroy you.” He tossed me one of the remotes and wiggled his fingers in my direction. “Prepare to be defeated.”
“Prepare yourself.”
He turned the TV on, and started the game.
It ended up being the most fun I’d had in ages.
Three hours later,I was sitting on Bo’s lap in an effort to distract him with my body. His erection was nestled between my ass cheeks again in an attempt to distract me.
We were both horny as hell, and very invested in winning. Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised by that, considering it seemed like the adult version of what things had been like when we were teenagers.
“Give it up, Madi. You’re never going to beat me twice in a row,” Bo growled.
The score between us was dead even. We played on different teams every time, trying to establish which of us was better. We ended up with nearly even points every freaking time, and even after that many hours, neither of us could manage to win twice in a row.
It was ridiculous.
And a shit-ton of fun.
“You give it up, Bobo. You’re not going to beat me twice in a row either,” I tossed back.
Another game ended—his team won. But mine had defeated his last time.
“Nice work. I’ll crush you next time.” I patted his thigh in future condolences.
