“Nope, no knives here.”I beamed and hugged him before turning to Dennis, who I probably owed the biggest thank you to. I walked back over and felt another pang of his excitement. I couldn’t help but smirk. I was finally understanding why he always seemed so cocky. I had no idea I had such an effect on him, but it was making me wanna actsmug, too.“Scoot over? I wanna sit next to my other half.”I shooed Sean to the side, leaving the middle space open for myself. I sat and wrapped my arms around Dennis, making his hug more affectionate than the others. I lifted my legs to drape across his lap.“Thanks, Dennis. You’re a really big pain in the ass sometimes, but you were really, really perfect yesterday. Which is really unusual. Actually, it never happens. Except yesterday.”
“I’m perfect every day.”
“And you’re sure this isn’t too low?”I asked, pulling away to draw his attention back to my cleavage. His obnoxious response made me justified in messing with him. I barely suppressedagiggle at his mental reaction.“Because if it is, I’ll need help taking it off. This zipper’s so hard to reach. It’s like itwantsme to ask you for help undressing.”
Sean laughed from my other side. “You realize she can hear you, right?”
“That’swhat’s happening,” Dennis said. “I didn’t even notice.”
“I know, it’sso much fun! I focused and figured out how to block you,”I bragged.
“Really? Block me right now.”
“I will.”I crossed my arms and tried to focus. But then his lips turned up in a smirk, drawing attention to his lip ring. The one that was really fun to toy with while we were making out yesterday.
“I’m gonna have a lot more fun with the piercing you have.”His eyes drifted to my skirt.
“You have more?”
“Nope,”I cut Mateo off to keep Dennis from answering. As far as the others knew, I just had my bellybutton, nose, and a few in each ear.
“Why would I? He wasn’t asking me,”Dennis responded to my thought, just the same as always.
“Crap.”I frowned.“What happened? I’m gonna figure this out.”
“That’s not how it works. Ready?”Heglanced at Sean, who nodded and unpaused the game.“Do you wanna play?”Dennis asked offhandedly, not taking his eyes off the screen.“We can add you to the next game.”
“No, I wanna figure this out. What happened?”
“Nothing. You just don’t know how to block me,”Dennissaid as he shot anotherzombie.
“But I do,”I insisted.“I was doing it like five minutes ago. I was even able to hear you.”
“That was a fluke. I doubt it’ll happen again.”
“Oh, yeah? Watch me.”I was determined this time.
“I wanna fix that zombie’s outfit. It’s so ugly. Why would you die wearing that? Fucking shit, I’m gonna shank him if he doesn’t shut the fuck up and stop it right now—”
“Stopit! I get it, you can hear me word for word. Stop broadcasting my thoughts.”
“Sorry. I thought that’s what you wanted.” He grinned, knocking my hand away when I tried to hit him.
Sean spared me an amused glance.“Were you really thinking that?”
“Well, it’s true,”I huffed, crossing my arms.“Just because they’re zombies doesn’t mean they have to look like that. It’s disgraceful.”
“Like what?”Dennis snickered.“Zombies?”
“You know what, screw you.”
“Anytime you want.”
“I’mtired of you. Can I get some food? Do you guys have food here?”
“We have some things. Get whatever you want.”Sean nodded toward the kitchenandIhappilywent to the fridge.
Nothing interesting in there. I moved to the freezer and nearly died of happiness when I discovered the leftover ice cream. I searched the drawers for a spoon before retaking my seat between Dennis and Sean.
