“Oh, fuck yes,” Monroe bellows as a body hits the floor. “Did you see that?”
“Yes, I saw that,” Bea confirms. “Nice shot.”
Monroe beams at her praise as his character goes running off.
“Oh shit, cover me,” he barks as shots come his way.
I watch in awe as Bea appears and takes down the guy who was going for Monroe with the ease of someone who’s been playing their whole life.
“You play CoD?” I blurt.
The sound of my voice startles both of them. Monroe drops his controller, and Bea shrieks as she turns to look at me.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Now I’m dead,” Monroe mutters dejectedly.
“When did you get home?” Bea asks, ignoring the screen and fully focusing on me.
“Few minutes ago. You play CoD?” I repeat.
Her cheeks burn, and she bites on her lower lip as if she’s embarrassed. “A little, yeah.”
“A little? You’re better than Monroe.”
“Hey,” the rookie complains now that he’s recovered his controller.
“It’s true and you know it,” I state, looking between the two of them.
“Yeah, fine. She’s better than me,” he huffs.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Bea promises.
“We all know he’s shit already,” I tease. But the truth is, he’s not the worst player among us. As much as I might hate it, that award belongs to me.
Monroe raises a brow, aware that he’s better than me but too afraid to point it out.
“Whatcha doing here, Rook?” I ask as I turn my back on them and pull a bottle of water from the fridge.
I swear I feel his nerves from here. I shake my head, wondering when he’s going to get over the fact that we’re teammates, friends even. He can lose the whole hero worship now. I’m no better than him. Hell, if anything, I’m worse.
“I…uh…I needed…I wondered if you wanted to hang out.”
“So you just turned up at my front door?”
Why am I such an asshole?
He rubs the back of his neck as I gulp down some water.
“Uh…yeah. I was out already, and I just thought…I can go. If you guys want a night alone,” he offers in a rush before pushing to his feet.
I keep my gaze on him, taking in his pale complexion and the dark circles under his eyes.
“No, it’s okay. You can hang out. Isn’t that right, Everett?”
My jaw tenses as Bea’s sweet voice floats around me.
“Yeah,” I force out.
Did I want to come home and hang out with Bea alone? Yes, I absolutely did.
