Page 12 of sWitch

She nodded. “Anything.”

“You okay? You know, after the movie theater…I hope I didn’t?—“

“I’m fine.” She put her soft little hand on my bicep again. She liked that spot.I needed to lift more.“You’re really sweet to check on me. I promise…we’re all good.”

Then why did she say in-game she’d been shaken up? I couldn’t ask, of course, because she thought she was talking to Trevor and not me. But still, I wondered.

I picked at a strand of grass. “You know, I would have texted you, but I don’t have your number…”

“Oh, I don’t have texting on my phone. It’s an old flip phone.” She shrugged. “I just play Tetris on it and sometimes use it to call for food delivery.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“But…” She bit her lip. “I game. Do you game? I play V for Valin a lot.”

“Never heard of it.” Lie. “But I could be persuaded to look it up.”

“You’re such a liar.” She leveled me with a stare that grabbed my heart in a sputtering death grip.

“Wh-what?”

“I know you play with Trevor. He told me you’re the one who got him into it.”

I ran a relieved hand through my hair. Fauna’s gaze dropped to my shoulders. Hmm, little bubblegum princess liked my arms. “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want you to know what a nerd I am.”

With a giggle, she took a sip of soda. Same straw. Basically, we were kissing, right? Right. “Oh, trust me, I already know you’re a major nerd, Remy Monroe.”

The sound of my full name on her sweet lips sent shivers of desire down my spine. The crowd stood and cheered, and I looked to Fauna to make sure the noise wasn’t too much. She seemed content to sip her soda and paw at her candy. Good.

“Want me to let you go watch the game?” I asked.

“No,” she answered. “I like it better over here in the grass with you.” Double good. “How’s um…Mary Jane?”

I chuckled, fighting against her fingers as we both reached into the sour candy box. I didn’t want any candy; I just wanted to touch her again. “Why you gotta say her name like that?” I teased.

Fauna blinked up at me innocently. “What way?”

Oh, what a little brat… My core heated in response.

I cleared my throat. “She’s fine. How’sTrevor?”

She grinned. “Why you gotta say his name like that? He’s your brother, after all.”

“Debatable. We look nothing alike.”

“You’re practically identical twins.”

“Which means if you’re attracted to him…you’re attracted to me.” I winked, catching the dimples in her beautiful smile.

“That’s an understatement.”

The crowd cheered louder then and stood, shouting. My pulse quickened at her bold statement. Shewasflirting with me. We were also completely ignoring the game. Whatever; my brother had enough adoring fans to watch him kick a ball around. He could spare two.

A crowd bustled from the bleachers to concessions, and I watched idly—until I caught the gaze of Mary Jane. Crap, I had to stop forgetting she existed like a ginormous asshole.

To make matters even more annoying, my brother spotted us and jogged over, saying hi to Mary Jane as they both approached.

“There you are,” MJ remarked. “The kids went looking for you.”

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