Page 136 of My Rules

“Hi,” Gregory replies with his hands on his hips.

“Nice shoes,” Blake says.

“Thanks.”

“They go with your pants.” Blake smirks. “Stylin’, brother.”

I glance down to see that Gregory has his brown pants tucked into long white socks.

Ugh . . . he looks ridiculous.

Gregory looks down all innocently. “That’s what you do at bowling.”

Blake’s eyes dance with mischief. “Okay.”

I widen my eyes at Blake. Don’t you dare be in this mood tonight.

Be nice, fucker.

“Blakey, can you put my shoes on me?” Kayla says in a baby voice as she sits down.

“Sure I can.” He kneels in front of her and takes her shoe off and kisses her foot.

My blood boils.

He pulls one sock on and then the other as she puts her hands in his hair. “I love it when you’re on your knees for me,” she whispers loudly.

“Me too.” He nips her knee with his teeth.

Ugh . . .

“You two should probably get a room.” I pick up a bowling ball and imagine hurling it at their heads.

“Wait for us,” Blake says. He puts Kayla’s shoes on and then takes a seat, and Kayla gets down and takes his shoes off.

“Oh please,” I scoff. “Don’t touch his feet; he has terrible tinea.”

“We share our germs, don’t we, baby?” Kayla giggles.

Her head has somehow turned into a red bull’s-eye target, and I glare at her as I imagine knocking her clean out.

“While you’re down there . . . ,” Blake jokes.

“I wish,” Kayla purrs.

“You two are making me jealous.” Gregory smiles. He puts his arm around me. “Lay one on me.” He kisses me.

Lay one on me?

What does he think, that he’s Kenny Rogers and this is a country song?

He goes in for a tongue kiss, and I pull out of his grip ... awkward. Public tongue kissing is not my thing.

Especially with Kenny Rogers.

Enough.

“Let’s get bowling,” I snap. I pick up the bowling ball, run, and hurl it down the alley. It knocks over every pin.

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