“The best place in the world.”
“That can’t be true because you know we’re too far away.”
I glanced at Troy and caught his smile.
“You’re right. Our spot at the palace is the best place. This is the second best then.”
He put some music on for the rest of the journey, and I relaxed into the comfortable seats of the car.
When I say relaxed, I mean I spent the whole time trying not to be caught staring at him.
I knew I’d changed since we’d met. Thanks to my uncles, I’d worked hard at the gym and bulked up a little, but I’d always be on the slim side.
Troy, however, had grown a few extra inches and gained muscles to rival his former pro-football player brother. I liked it. I liked it a lot, and so did my dick.
It was a relief when we got to our destination. I was no longer in proximity to Troy, his muscles, and his cologne.
“Oh, this is an arcade,” I said when we walked inside the big building covered in neon lights.
“It’s much better. It’s a barcade. You can play the games, but they also have drinks. Come on, let’s hydrate and then play. I’m in the mood to kick your butt today.”
I chuckled. “This is going to be fun.” Because he had no idea who he was playing against.
With a beer each, we walked the aisles filled with games.
“Let’s go slow and pick an easy one,” he said.
“Okay.”
I took a swig of my beer, enjoying how it went down. I wasn’t a huge drinker, but the craft beer in Lydovia was some of the best in the world, and I liked trying new ones wherever I went.
“How about pinball? They have Rush,” Troy said, scratching his short scruff. I didn’t know if he’d stopped shaving to grow a beard or just because he didn’t feel like doing it, but it was a good look on him.
Once again, thoughts of how that scruff would feel against my skin made my blood run south.
“You’re right,” he said, even though I hadn’t acknowledged his words. “Medieval Madness is definitely the best. If they haven’t got it, we’ll pick another one.”
I followed him as he rambled about each game until he stopped between two games. Snake Pit and Tapper.
It was adorable watching his decision-making process, as if our enjoyment of the afternoon depended on it.
“I’ll grab us two more beers while you decide,” I said.
“Sure. I’ll switch to soda after that one.”
I nodded and went straight to the bar.
By the time I returned with our drinks, Troy had moved on to another game.
“Do you take this long to get dressed in the morning?” I joked.
“Getting dressed is an easy decision. This is hard.”
“That’s what he said.”
Troy looked at me, and we both laughed. He tipped his beer to take a sip but then abruptly stopped.
Before I saw it coming, I had Troy’s arms around me. His cologne filled my senses, making me dizzy, and he was so warm and big. Safe.
