“It’s a whole backstory that your mother invented when we first started these games years ago. XXNX It’s worked out just fine for us.”
“Want a pear? Evan let out this heavy sigh, his eyes darting nervously toward Harley like he was begging for backup. Meanwhile, Harley, still in her awkward position, groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. Call me that at a family reunion, and we’ll be the ones dunking you in a glass of eggnog.”
Eddie’s voice boomed from the living room, cutting off my train of thought. Her swap had paired her with Marty, a man close to her dad’s age. No! I can say ‘Aunt Cupid’ without ending up in the corner, but the women have all these extra rules.”
My Aunt paused mid-bite on her pear, tilting her head at me. “At least, that’s why I play. She adjusted her knees slightly, her body still fully exposed, legs apart. If anything, it’ll help you recover.”
The laughter picked up again, and before I could second-guess myself, I threw the shot back.
