Page 59 of The Boy I Once Loved

I immediately hold my pink pad up. I am the queen of clumsy. If there is a pebble on the path, you could guarantee I’d trip over it.

“No question on this one,” Dylan says confidently. Connor laughs along with him.

“Hell yes. Ella falls over everything and anything. Remember that time she fell in that skip?”

Dylan and Connor laugh again, and I shake my head, fighting off a grin. “I’m so glad my misfortune provides you two with amusement. You both left me in that skip for a good five minutes with me begging you to help me out.”

Connor shoulders bob up and down as he laughs in response and he marks down our points.

“Next one. Who is the most loyal?”

My smile drops. This is not a question I want to answer. If I’m answering honestly, then I can’t say Dylan is loyal. He let me down when I needed him the most. I raise my pink pad again.

“Both pink. Think the rest of us may as well throw in the towel here,” Aria says smiling. “I don’t think there’s anything these two don’t know about each other.”

“Get on with it,” Freya hisses from where she has been sitting watching, with a scowl on her face.

Aria reads the card, and she grins. Uh-oh.

“Who is the best kisser?”

I groan internally. Has she picked this one out on purpose? Well, obviously, I think I am pretty good at kissing, but I think back to that kiss we shared the other week, and I can’t deny Dylan knows how to kiss. Reluctantly, I hold up the blue pad.

Aria winces. “No match.”

I blink. Dylan picked me! Well, I wasn’t expecting that. I expected Mr confident to pick himself. So, he liked my kiss then?

“Who is the most honest?”

I groan internally. I’m not at all honest with Dylan. I’ve been hiding my real feelings from him for years. But if we are talking in general, then I guess I’d say me. I couldn’t lie for toffee, whereas Dylan could always spin a tale and tell fibs to his mum when we were younger. So, based on that, I hold up my pink card.

“Match,” Aria announces.

“I don’t think either of them is the answer for that one,” Connor mutters under his breath.

I look up at him in question and he shrugs his shoulders. “I just think you two haven’t been honest about a lot of things for a while.”

Dylan remains quiet at my back, and that surprises me, but then he speaks. “Just leave it alone, Con.”

Connor holds up both his hands and he concentrates back on his scorecard.

“Okay, last one. Who is more likely to start a fight?”

I breathe a sigh of relief at this one. Again, the answer is simple. Dylan, without a doubt. I hold up my blue paddle.

“A match again. Looks like you two are a perfect match,” Aria says, her eyes observing me, knowingly. She sees too much.

“Okay, give me the cards,” Freya demands as she flounces over to Aria. “Time for an actual couple to play a round.”

I rise out of my seat so that Connor can take my place, and I take my seat back around the campfire. Dylan doesn’t return to his previous seat, but he takes the one Aria had been using, next to me.

“Best kisser, huh?” He grins, whispering into my ear.

I shrug. “I picked you because I presumed you’d pick yourself. You know, with you being so in love with yourself and all.”

A smile dances on his lips. “Course you did.”

I inwardly curse him. “Fuck off, Dyl.”

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