Page 93 of A Game Of Love

Yet, she never seems to take the hint. Or maybe she sees it as a challenge.

It’s annoying, I hate it. But I’m not going to allow her to get to me, or at least know that she’s getting to me.

This week is Thanksgiving, and yesterday, we spent the day with my family.

Bishop, Bee, and Jonas came over for supper. The parents made a whole feast that was enough to feed a small village. And I guess, in a way, with all of us together, we kind of are one.

Bishop’s family invited Toby and me over to their Thanksgiving dinner today. I’m both nervous and excited to go back over.

Bishop’s dad has gone back to work, so he won’t be there. But Bishop’s uncle, aunt, and cousin will be.

I’m excited to see his mom because she’s the best and has been really great about Bishop and me dating. She’s been texting me often, making sure her son is treating me well and tells me to let her know if he’s not, so she can set him straight.

I think it’s adorable. I can’t help but laugh and smile every time she sends one.

Bishop grumbles about it, saying she likes me more than him, and that has me laughing more.

I think she knows that Bishop wouldn’t hurt me. She really has nothing to be worried about.

“Knock, knock,” Bishop’s voice sounds from the door, his fingers rapping on my bedroom door. “Wow.” He chuckles. “Who died?”

“Me,” I groan. “I died. I don’t think I can move. Just leave me.” I wave him off, feeling like complete shit.

Note to self: don’t get drunk and go back for a second supper after eating a few hours before. Makes the hangover the next day horrible.

“No can do,il mio cuore.”

“Please!” I groan again, rolling over to bury my face into the pillow.

“Up and at ‘em, shorty.” Bishop smacks my ass, making me grunt.

“You’re mean,” I huff.

“Who’s mean?” Toby’s voice has me peeking up at him. He’s leaning against my door frame, arms crossed with an amused look on his face. Dammit, he’s so fine.

“Him.” I point to Bishop. “Get him. Make him pay.”

Toby looks towards Bishop with a raised brow. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” Bishop laughs. “Just came to wake her up for the day. It’s twelve in the afternoon. Supper is soon.”

“Noon!” My head pops up, eyes widening. “Holy shit.” I look towards Toby. “You let me sleep that long?”

He shrugs. “You looked cute sleeping. All that drool on the pillow and those adorable little snores.”

“Fuck you.” I narrow my eyes at him.

“No thanks. But I’d gladly fuck you.” His lips quirk into a smile.

I clench my thighs together as discreetly as I can while holding my glare.

“As much as I’d love to say yes, I’d probably puke on you if I move too much,” I grumble, head throbbing as I sit up.

The room is silent, and it takes a few seconds for my head to stop spinning and for me to realize why.

Both men are staring at me. Well, more like my tits that are proudly on display.

“Shit,” I hiss, grabbing the blanket to quickly cover myself up.

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