Sutton’s eyes glance up to the scoreboard. “I’m doing better than you.”
“By five pins.”
“Still better.” She smirks, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Maybe I should be the one teaching you.”
“By all means, Sutton. How do I bowl?” I settle my arms around her waist.
“You throw the ball down the lane and try to knock down as many pins as you can. Hopefully all ten for a strike.”
Her face is deadpan before she bursts out laughing.
“Oh my God.” I bury my laughter in her neck. “Is that all?”
“That’s it. Do better, Derek.”
“Got it, Sutton. I’ll try my best to ‘do better.’”
“See?” She smacks a kiss on my cheek. “Done. No more help needed.”
Scooting her off my lap, I go to take my turn and do exactly as she said. Only five pins go down. “Maybe your help could use some help.”
Sutton shrugs. “Hey, I said to knock down as many pins as you can. Not my fault you only got five.”
Taking my second turn of this round, I watch as the ball goes flying into the gutter. Sutton tries to cover her giggles behind me, but she can’t.
Is it weird to be obsessed with a sound?Because I would do everything in my power to hear that sound every day from Sutton.
“Alright. Take your own advice.” I sweep my arm out before me in a playful gesture. “Let’s see you do better.”
“I think I will.”
Taking a hearty gulp of her beer, Sutton stands and strides toward me. The confident walk tells me she’ll do everything in her power to beat me.
And I fucking love it.
I watch as she grabs her ball and lines up before sending it down the lane. She’s still in the same position, now slowly backing up. Almost as if moving too fast will send the ball off course.
But it doesn’t. It hits dead center and knocks down every one of the pins.
Sutton comes flying at me and I catch her with ease.
“Hell yeah, Sutton!” I spin her around as her legs wrap around my waist.
“Take that!” She punctuates the words with a kiss before I clasp her cheeks in my hands to deepen it.
I’m drunk off her kiss. Off the taste of her. The feel of her tongue as it slips into my mouth.
I want to feel it everywhere. To get lost in this woman and not come up for air. It has the words spilling out of me before I can stop them.
“Can you come home with me?” I ask, waiting with bated breath. I know she said her mom was watching Lydia tonight, but I don’t know when she has to be home.
I’m crossing everything I have in the hopes that she’ll say yes.
Sutton chews on her bottom lip, and I pull it out with my thumb, rubbing the sting away.
I don’t say anything. If she can’t, she can’t. I’m not going to push. Even if our night ends here, I’ll be happy. Having her in my bed and making her pancakes in the morning can wait.
I want to spend the entire night with her and have it never end.
