Page 31 of About That One Night
I drop my hands, glaring at him. “Romeo and Juliet, you idiot. The most famous love story of all time?”
Max scoffs. “More like the most overrated tragedy. And I’m the idiot? You’re the one who thought Tarzan was King Kong.”
We stare each other down, the tension crackling between us. I’m acutely aware of everyone else watching, of Lily’s barely suppressed laughter, but I can’t seem to break away from Max’s intense gaze.
It’s going to be a miracle if we make it through this game without killing each other . . . or giving in to this maddening attraction. I just need his mouth, nothing else.
The game proceeds, each round more excruciating than the last. Every time it’s our turn, Max and I bicker, our competitiveness overriding any attempt at civility.
“A horse,” I yell, watching Max gallop around the room.
“It’s cowboy,” he shouts back. “The movie is The Cowboys—with John Wayne.”
We groan in unison, glaring at each other.
Lily giggles, leaning against Ethan. “You two are honestly the worst team I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s not my fault your sister is impossible to work with,” Max grumbles.
I bristle, my cheeks flushing. “Me? You’re the one who can’t act to save his life.”
We’re standing now, facing off like rival boxers in a ring. I can feel the heat radiating off Max’s body, see the fire in his eyes. It’s infuriating . . . and intoxicating.
“Okay, okay,” Ethan intervenes, placing a handon Max’s shoulder. “Let’s take a break, yeah? Before you two burn the place down with all that tension.”
Max and I look away from each other, both slightly abashed. As everyone else heads to the kitchen for snacks, I slump back onto the couch, my heart racing.
This is going to be the longest night of my life. Stuck here, with Max, pretending we want to rip each other’s heads off, instead rip each other’s clothes off.
I’m not sure which is worse, but I wouldn’t mind getting some sex out of this deal. Oral has been great, but the last time I had a guy inside me . . . Well, it’s been long and after everything we’ve done, I need it.
Need.
It.
Chapter Eighteen
Zoe
MaxMc: Morning.
Zoe: Hey, I didn’t know if you’d be talking to me again after I handed your ass to you in chess.
MaxMc: I let you win—you have some crazy competitive streak, lady.
Zoe: It’s just normal.
MaxMc: You keep telling yourself that. I just can’t understand why you stayed at your sister’s yesterday. We could’ve had a sleepover.
Zoe: We don’t do sleepovers—it’s a rule, remember?
MaxMc: I added it, which means I can take it away too.
Zoe: That’s not how this works.
MaxMc: I’m not here to argue rules. What are you doing today?
Zoe: Hopefully something fun? What do you have in store, big guy?
