Page 31 of A Game Of Love

My eyes snap over to his, giving him one of my best death glares. He’s oblivious to it, of course, just grinning like a damn fool. “I can’t even with you.”

“Bishop,” Lilly groans, burying her face in her hands.

I don’t understand how all of this is so easy for him. It’s like nothing has changed when, in reality, everything has.

Shaking my head, I head toward the bathroom and take a quick shower, only washing my body so as not to draw any suspicion as to why I’m taking a shower in the middle of supper.

When I come out in only a towel, I find Lilly still in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed as Bishop talks to her.

She looks over at me and my heart goes wild as her eyes drink me in. She licks her lips, liking what she sees, and my cock twitches.

“Alright, you.” Bishop pulls her to her feet. “We need to get you downstairs before you climb this man like a tree.”

Lilly’s wide eyes snap over to Bishop. “I would not.”

Bishop raises a brow as if to challenge that statement.

“Fuck you,” she mutters as she walks towards the door. “Fuck you both.”

“Not yet.” Bishop chuckles as he follows after her. “But soon, Baby Girl. Soon.”

I stand there, staring at the closed door, as I wonder what the fuck my life is right now.

It’s weird. So damn weird. But at least I’m not in the middle of a manic episode, so I’d call that a win.

Grabbing a clean pair of clothes, I quickly get dressed and join everyone back at the table.

“Is everything okay?” my dad asks as I take my seat.

I look over to Lilly, who’s leaning into Bishop's side, trying to hide from the rest of the table, and smirk.

“Everything’s perfect.”

The soft, beaming smile she gives me has me convinced that it’s one hundred percent true.

Chapter 7

Lillianna

Monday morning, I’m up, dressed and ready to go an hour before Bee and I are supposed to leave for our first class.

“You are way too chipper this morning,” Bee grumbles as she scavenges through her dresser for something to wear. “Ugh!” she huffs, throwing her arms in the air. “There’s nothing to wear. I need to do laundry.”

“Then do it.” I laugh, sitting on the edge of my bed. She’s right; I am in a very good mood this morning. How could I not be?

After so much time and pain, my life is finally perfect.

Okay, that's a far stretch because it’s nowhere near perfect and won’t be because life never works out that way. But it’s on its way to getting as close to that as possible.

No, I haven’t just forgiven Toby for everything. But I’m also not going to waste any more time being upset or sad. I’m not one to hold something against someone else, especially if it’s something that they don’t fully have control over.

Toby was in a bad headspace due to his bipolar disorder. His seeking help and being determined to do better, not only for me but for himself, is a big step.

He’s stubborn and typically doesn't own up to something when he’s in the wrong, so for him to be so open about this, I know he means it.

He’s trying, and that's what matters to me.

I think the biggest thing he could do to earn back my trust and get fully back in my good graces is not fight me on dating Bishop and share me without it being a constant battle.

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