“Don’t you mean ‘Mr. Tongue?’” He grinned at her.
“I think she means Mr.MiracleTongue.” I laughed.
“Whatever.” Liv blushed. “You’re both gross.”
“That’s not what you said this morning,” Xander said in a loud whisper, and she hit him harder.
“Shut up, Xander.”
“You two!” I laughed. “Fine, I’ll tell you what happened, but only because I want to know if you think I even have a chance. And if I should join the flag football team.”
“Flag football team?” Xander frowned. “What?”
“Liv told me that Aiden is joining a team and that we should join.”
“She what?” He turned to Liv. “You never told me that you wanted to join when I mentioned it earlier.”
“Well, I didn’t decide until recently.”
“Uh huh, sure you didn’t.” He shook his head. “So you two are signing up?”
“Perhaps,” I said at the same time as Liv.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Liv.” I shook my head. “I know you think it’s a surefire plan, but surefire plans don’t always work out.”
“What’s a surefire plan?” Xander narrowed his eyes and looked at Liv. “Liv?”
“Nothing.” She smiled innocently. “I just want Alice and Aiden to interact on a weekly basis so that he can see what he’s missing.”
“Hmm,” Xander said with a small frown.
“And she wants me to wear short-shorts,” I added. “Which I don’t think is a good idea.”
“Short-shorts?” Xander laughed and shook his head. “That’s your plan to get a man? Shake your ass in front of him?”
“I didn’t know I was trying to get a man.” Liv pursed her lips up at him. “But I guess I can wear short-shorts as well.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said as he looked down at her ass for a few seconds. “Your big butt is mine and mine alone.”
“My big butt?” Liv’s voice dropped, and I grinned to myself. It was about to go down. Xander had no idea what he’d set into motion. Liv hated her butt, and I knew she did not consider his comment a compliment.
“Yeah,”—he slapped her ass lightly— “I like big butts.”
“You what?” Her voice rose, and I swear daggers were flying from her eyes into his heart, stabbing him softly.
“I like big butts,” he said and shrugged. “But your big butt is for me to enjoy, not every Tom, Dick and Harry on the football field.”
“I do not have a big butt!” she squealed and immediately started doing squats. “Take that back.”
“Take what back?” Xander looked confused, and I burst out laughing as Liv moved up and down with an annoyed look on her face. “Also, you’re doing those squats all wrong. Your form is off.”
“What?” she snapped.
“You shouldn’t be bending your back like that. You should?—”
“Shut up, Xander.” She looked at me. “Can you believe he just told me I have a fat ass?”
“I cannot believe it.” I looked at Xander. “Shame on you.”
