The Games We Play by Alexandra Warren

Author:Alexandra Warren [Warren, Alexandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chance

“I can’t believe this wine really got me buzzin’.”

I glanced at the glass in my hand as if it was going to explain itself, my eyes already sitting low like I had been drinking something much stronger. But no, it was only Londyn’s girly ass red wine that had me tipsy - and lowkey feeling lusty as hell - as she leaned in to gush, “So good, right? A grown-up buzz for a grown ass man who should’ve left those awful beer cans back in college.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a Bud Light,” I told her, a cold six-pack my go-to on game day for any sport.

But Londyn made it sound like the worst thing in the world when she corrected, “Everything is wrong with a Bud Light. Bud Light screams… white frat boy who makes lowkey racist jokes expecting you to laugh. Not fine, brown specimen with a good paying job.”

“I am a fine brown specimen with a good paying job, huh?” I asked with a wink that was probably more of a slow blink considering how buzzed I was.

Still, it managed to have the same effect as Londyn blushed when she agreed, “You are. So drink up.”

I did exactly what she asked, taking the sip while also trying to figure out how we had gotten to this point in such a short span of time; going from straight up beefin’ to chillin’ with each other on some casual shit like we had done it a thousand times. But I suppose that was part of what made our situation so unique, the fact that we were so comfortable around each other thanks to our history even if we were seeing each other in a different light.

A better light.

“Man, quit tryna get me drunk so I wanna fuck you. We’re not on that, remember?” I asked teasingly, taking another sip that would probably have me wanting to go balls deep by the end of the night.

I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear Londyn play right into that theory when she replied, “Who said that? I didn’t say that. I said, we don’t even have to. Meaning if we don’t, we don’t, but we can definitely do.”

“Well we ain’t. So what you tryna do instead?”

She looked around her living room before suggesting, “How about I whoop your ass in Mario Kart?”

A hearty laugh immediately slipped out in response. Not because I thought it was a bad idea, but because she was out of her mind thinking she could beat me in anything. In fact, I couldn’t help but tease, “Girl, you must already be drunk. Cause you damn sure can’t whoop my ass in any game you have.”

“Wanna bet?” she asked with a confident grin, moving from the couch towards the systems she had hidden in the cabinets under her television stand.

I bit my lip as I watched her maneuver around on the floor, the little ass shorts she had on giving me a thousand and one ideas when I asked, “What

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