Page 68 of The Probability of Us

“I won’t make the same mistakes again,” he says before pressing his lips to mine.

We only separate because the microphone makes a squeal that has everyone cringing.

“Is this right?” The mans voice flows through the speakers. “Do we have trivia royalty in the house with us tonight?”

The other tables start looking around confused, but our table understands. He can see the team names and just pieced together that ours is the same as the number one spot.

“Is this actuallyThe Summers?” he asks.

“Yes!” Sterling shouts immediately and he and Will start pointing at us.

My cheeks flush as all eyes in the room turn to look at us. The attention suits Warren and he beams down at me.

“Come on up here.” He gestures at us. I shake my head, but Warren stands and pulls me up with him. He smirks at me, and I swear he’s doing this just to get me back for the technology joke. I roll my eyes and let him drag me up to the microphone.

“You guys really are the sameThe Summerswho have held first place on the leaderboard for five years?” he confirms.

Warren nods, but I lean to the microphone and say, “Closer to eight years now, but yes that’s us.”

There are a few cheers from our friends and others who have been coming here just as long and remember us from that night. I laugh and out of my peripheral vision I think I see someone I know, but when I look over, there’s no one there.

“If I remember correctly,” the man continues, “you two were talking about marriage back then.” I stop breathing, my head whipping over to glare at him, but he doesn’t see. “Did that work out? It appears you two are still together.” He gestures at my hand in Warren’s.

“Well . . .” I start but Warren grabs the microphone. Smart move.

“We aren’t married.” The room boo’s him and I glance over at him with a smug expression and mouth a “boo” too. He laughs. “I know, I know. I made some mistakes that drove us off course for a while, but with all of you as witnesses I swear I’m going to marry this girl one day.”

My face gets hot, like I’ve spent the day in the sun, and it’s probably as red as if I did too. Some people in the crowd cheer, but they’re all looking at me. A nervous laugh slips out as my eyes flash to the table of our friends—all four of them are wide-eyed but Sterling has a huge grin on his face.

I take the microphone from Warren before he can say anything else. “All right, I think he’s had enough to drink tonight already.”

“I haven’t even finished my first drink.” He leans into the mic and gets a chuckle from the crowd. He’s so damn charming.

“Don’t we have a game of trivia to start?” I look back at the man, desperate, and he reaches for the mic.

Just before it leaves my hand, Warren leans to it and says, “I’m going to marry her.”

Another laugh comes from the crowd and as soon as the mic is out of my hand, I turn around and playfully shove him. I see the glow in his eyes. He wanted to embarrass me a little bit, but every word he spoke is the truth. It’s because of that knowledge that, when he wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me into him, I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck.

“So, you’re going to marry me one day?” I ask, voice low even though the mics aren’t near us anymore.

Before he can answer Sterling yells, “Kiss!” and it starts a chant that shakes the bar.

His arm tightens around me as his other hand comes to rest on my cheek. I let him lead the movement, hold me, and pull me closer. When his lips meet mine, I savor the gentle, sweet kiss and when his lips part, mine follow, letting him kiss me deeply. It’s the kiss of two people who have spent years memorizing each other, who know that this is who they want to kiss forever.

Emotions swell in me, and I let them out as a small groan while he kisses me. The noise sends a shock wave through him, and his hand squeezes my hip like it’s trying to stay put since it knows where we are. It’s enough to make me pull back and smile. If we kept kissing, neither of us would be able to stop ourselves from taking it too far for our current location.

We take our seats to the low whistle of Will and the jokingly scandalized but happy faces of the others.

When trivia starts, we get more serious. Mostly because we’re supposed to be rigging the game for Trent and Ali to win. Thank god we switched over to this digital version so we can see where the scores lay because everyone getting zero would be too suspicious. Now we can choose which questions to get wrong based on the current standings and make sure they’re on track for the win.

With only five questions left, Trent and Ali are in second, and none of us can figure out who team JSON is who’s in first. It’s a pretty large margin, and considering Trent talked to everyone beforehand, it’s a dick move to not help out here.

There’s some confrontation on the other side of the room, and as the next five questions pass, JSON gets them all wrong, and Trent and Ali get just enough right to end up in first place.

All of us let out a sigh of relief when the results pop up.

Ali squeals, they haven’t gotten first place before, and their score just squeaks them into fifth place of the overall standings, so they’ll get to put their names on the board.

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