Page 26 of Made for Cyn
I tune back in and nod, even though I have no idea what he just said. When I miss the holes again, he gives me a curious look, but I power through until I’m a little better by the third try.
Each time I hit a hole, I get a series of points, and Cyn explains, “You trade them in for a prize.”
“Oh.”
Cyn is much better than me, and all his damn balls end up in one of the holes. Instead of saying what’s on the tip of my tongue, I follow him to the next game and grin from ear to ear when he pulls me close, his arm and thigh brushing mine.
I have no idea what’s happening, but I’m enjoying this easy feeling between us. He glances down with glittering eyes, pausing at my stare before leaning in. I hold my breath and close my eyes, only to open them again when nothing happens.
He’s so close I can feel his breath, and once my eyes are on his, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine.
Tingles erupt. I moan. He smirks, and we’re kissing. I don’t think anyone’s waiting in line for the game, but I’m not paying attention to anything but his warm, silky lips.
“Mm, you’re sweet, beauty,” he says, easing back with a heated stare.
I lick my lips and smile, but my stomach drops when he frowns and drops his forehead to mine. I’m about to say anything to interrupt the self-doubt creeping through my system when he says gruffly, “What are you doing to me?”
With a tiny thrill, I say quietly, “What do you mean?”
He raises my chin and searches my eyes before shaking his head. The moment is broken, and his eyes are clear, but I feel a faint pulse of disappointment because that felt real.
Apparently, it was too real for him, though. He pays for the game and walks me through the process, and soon I’ve forgotten my disappointment, and I’m giggling.
The object is to shoot as many clay pigeons on the screen as possible. I raise my gun and aim, finding the target and easing out a breath as I pull the trigger.
From there, it’s easy, and I shoot my required targets before turning to Cyn with a wide grin.
He gazes at me with a sexy smile and my stomach swoops. “So, you’re a sharpshooter, hmm?”
Raising my chin, I curl my lips into the smirk he loves to throw my way. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
He grins wolfishly. “I’ll have to fix that.”
With a thrill, I hide behind a fake scowl, I watch as he takes his turn, picking up his toy gun and aiming at the screen. He easily shoots his targets and I admire the way his muscles bunch and release as he turns this way and that.
When he’s done, I avert my gaze and grab the gun, saying sassily, “You’re good. But I’m better.”
He chuckles, and my chest warms. Pulling the trigger, I aim at each clay pigeon as they fly across the screen, triumph surging through me when I get them all.
We’re on the final round, neck and neck. He flashes me a smile and raises his gun, but from the chaos outside of our game, Bastion emerges with dark eyes and I silently sigh. I guess the fun is over.
Sure enough, Bastion leans into Cyn’s ear, and he frowns before handing me the gun. He steps away, and I eye the game before setting the damn control back in the slot.
Cyn nods at Bastion and turns to me. “Meet me after school tomorrow.”
With that, he’s gone, and I stare after him with a sigh, whispering to my damn self, “Sure.”
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Today, I go through my classes with a stomach full of butterflies and anticipation in my gut. After Cyn left yesterday, I wandered the arcade aimlessly until Iris finally appeared.
We went home shortly after, and I hid in my room so I could go back over my fun interlude with Cyn in peace.
Iris informed me she has plans after school, which saves me from explaining I’m hanging out with Cyn. I know I should tell him to fuck off, but I’m curious, and he’s exciting. I want more.
I emerge through the doors on a tide of students and smother my wide grin when I find him leaning against the SUV. His sycophants’ orbit around him, but his eyes are on me as I approach.
The glittering emerald hue creates havoc in my veins when he drops his gaze down my torso, over my breasts, down my long gypsy skirt, and back with a devastating smile.
