“Mmm, no, I haven’t.” I open my eyes to find a knowing grin on his face. “What were we talking about?”
“You’ll get ten points to start.” He steals one last kiss before slapping my ass. “You’re up, Bella.”
“That was definitely unfair.” Jasper tosses the football to me. “Kissing me to distract me? That’s low, Hayes.”
“You got ten points.” He sips his beer. “Now, quit stalling and let’s see what you can do.”
Sports was never my thing growing up. My parents always said I could sing before I could talk, and I’ve been doing it ever since. Sports never came naturally to me. I’d rather be in the stands watching.
Pulling my hand back, I toss the ball at the pins set up twenty feet from me. Two pins fall over while a third spins around before falling over.
“Hey, look. You got three.” There’s a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Yeah, yeah.”
I stalk toward the pins and grab the ball, ready to take my second turn. I don’t do any better, only knocking down two.
“Five is respectable.”
I can hear the laughter in his voice as he sets the pins up. I smack his ass on the way back to the table to grab my beer and watch him take his turn.
“Let’s see if you can get arespectablenumber.”
Jasper blows me a kiss before taking his spot. He readies his stance and pitches the ball toward the pins, knocking down seven.
“Fuck, yeah!” he shouts.
“See? It’s rigged.”
“How is it rigged?” He jogs to get the ball and comes to stand in front of me. He tries to come in for another kiss, but I cover his mouth.
“Oh no, you don’t. There will be no more distracting from you.”
“Kissing you is a distraction?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. Because it makes my brain all swirly and I can’t think straight.”
“Not sure how that’s rigging the game, but okay.”
“Because you’re making it hard for me to concentrate on throwing the ball,” I fire back as he takes his turn.
Of course he knocks down the rest of them.
“That’s a spare.”
He pumps his arm and runs behind me to grab his beer.
I huff back over to set the pins up and take my turn. A measly four pins this time.
“I think we need to play lowest score wins,” I say.
“This isn’t golf, Bella.”
“Is it even a real game?” I jab. “Because I say we make our own rules.”
“Too late for that, baby.”
Jasper takes his turn again and knocks down seven. It’s back and forth as Jasper cheers me on with each pin I knock down. I don’t think either of us is keeping score.
