Page 92 of Unmasking Love
“Young Gun, bring Harper in here. We’re gonna play Twista.” Bryson calls from the living room where the guys are huddled around the coffee table on the wrap around sofa.
“Do you mean Twister?” I ask as I usher Harper forward with a hand to her lower back. I can feel the warmth of her skin through her thin sweater on the pads of my fingers as it radiates up my arm to my chest.
“Nope. It’s Twista. We invented it.” Crosby informs us.
“Is it complicated?” Harper asks as she sinks into the cushion. She perches on the edge of the seat instead of relaxing back.
“Nope. It’s basically Twister but we changed up the actions on the spinner,” Felix shares as he opens the game box.
“I guess I’ll learn as we go.” Harper shrugs.
“We’ll go in alphabetical order so there are no arguments. Young Gun, you’re up first.”
“Why can’t we go by nicknames?” Crosby, or Bing, whines.
“Because we haven’t donned Harper with a nickname yet so it would be unfair.” Felix scolds and I stand.
“Here’s what you do. First, you spin the spinner.” Felix demonstrates. “It must stay flat on the table, no trying to influence the results by holding it in your hand.” Felix says as he puts the Twister mat on the floor. “Then you follow the directions.”
“I can’t help but think that Young Gun has a distinct advantage here.” E.T. points out.
“Why’s that?” Harper asks and I look down at my feet to hide my small smile.
Bryson clears his throat. “Well, goalies can um, stretch out really far.”
“Aiden can do the damn splits,” Emmett says as he cracks his knuckles.
Harper looks up at me and I smile. “That does feel like he has the upper hand.”
“May the best man win.” I chirp as I step over to the spinner. The dial lands on what would normally be right foot blue but instead the instructions are one foot on blue and pretend to vacuum.
I step over to the dots on the floor and balance on one foot and move my arm back and forth and then stop.
“No stopping!” Felix yells as he passes the spinner to Bryson.
“What do you mean no stopping?” I ask as I continue to mime vacuuming the carpet.
“It means you can’t stop your action until your next turn.” Crosby says as he pops a handful of sour patch kids into his mouth. Felix mumbles something about ruining his dinner by snacking before the meal.
Bryson spins and I watch Harper as she takes in the scene. I’ll give her credit she’s engaged with the group and seems eager to play along. Some girls would be intimidated by walking into a room of professional hockey players. I bet her confidence in a room of strangers helps her get new clients and close deals.
It’s sexy and I’m a little jealous.
“Yes!” Bryson whoops as he claps his hands together. I can’t see the spinner from here but he walks over, stands with both feet on red and with his hands on his hips he starts thrusting forward. “I could do this all day, bruh.”
I smile when I hear Harper giggle.
“My turn!” Crosby pulls the spinner to his lap. He flicks it with his fingers and he hangs his head when it settles. He walks over and stands with one foot on two different yellow dots. He takes a deep breath and then squats and starts to wipe his ass.
“Interesting technique,” Felix comments with a serious face. Duncan is leaning on Harper’s shoulder laughing and I don’t like it one bit. My fist flexes harder, my vacuuming becoming more of a jerking motion, like I’m ripping his guts out.
Duncan stands, cracks his neck, and then spins. “Goddamnit.”
“What?” Harper asks as Felix leans forward to read the results.
“Harper, I hope you aren’t shy.” Felix says as Duncan kneels on blue in front of Bryson and grabs him by the hips making it look like he’s getting face fucked. “E.T., you’re up.”
“What happens if someone spins the same action?” Harper asks and I pause my motion while I try to figure out why she’d ask that. Does she want to pretend she’s giving head to Bryson? Or is she dying to show us all proper butt wiping technique?
