“Best of three sounds good to me,” I say with a smile. “Let’s do this.”
Eli and Knox play the second game with us, and Walker stays with me every single frame. Every time I score a strike, so does he. The one time I end up with a spare, he does the same thing. It’s almost like he’s taunting me. It’s like a teasing dance wherehe’s simply showing me he can keep up no matter what I throw at him.
But then game number three comes around.
Eli holds up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, I’m sitting this one out. I want to see how this pans out.”
Knox flops down next to him. “You and me, both, my guy. I want to see who’s gonna pull ahead in this third game.”
“Oh, it’s most definitely going to be me,” I say as I turn to Walker. “But you’re going first.”
Knox and Eli let out a string of “ooohs” before Walker simply shakes his head. “Ladies first. Always.”
I smile. “And this lady says, you first.”
Walker comes over and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Whatever my Omega wishes.”
My stomach flips at his words.
Maybe it won’t be so bad if I lose.
Walker goes first and his strike is effortless. I follow up behind him with a strike, and it’s tit-for-tat for a while.
The bowling alley is getting noisier. The music is getting louder. The strobe lights are flashing quicker, if that’s even possible. Or maybe I’m just getting overwhelmed.
Walker’s really good. Like, bowling league good.
And then, I get a spare to his strike.
“Tough break, beautiful,” Walker says with a grin as he picks up his ball.
“Don’t worry, I can still come back in the last frame.”
I don’t sound as confident as I’d like with that statement, though.
I chew on my lower lip as I watch Walker line up for the last frame. Sweat beads down my back. He releases the ball, and the instant it hits the alley, I know it’s going to be a strike.
I watch all of the pins crash backward.
“Oh, god,” I groan as my head falls back.
Walker chuckles as he waits for his ball to be returned. “Did I tell you that I bowled growing up?”
I scoff as I look over at him. “Oh, like I couldn’t already tell that?”
He winks at me as he picks up his ball. “Don’t worry, I know how to treat my Omegas when I take them out.”
His confidence makes me grind my teeth together. Even if I do secretly enjoy it.
He gets tripped up on his second shot, forcing him to go in for a spare for his last two balls of the last frame. It gives me a little bit of breathing room, but in order to beat him, I’ll have to bowl at least two strikes.
I’ve never done that in the last frame before.
Walker and I brush past one another. His scent leaves me breathless, and for a moment, I think about throwing the match. Maybe a date with him wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, it’s been almost eight years since my last pack and I decided to part ways.
ARS is hard to deal with. Do these Alphas even want to?
I shove the little voice in my head away as I try to focus. I chew on my lower lip as I get into my stance. I take one step before something feels off. Heat blooms in my lower gut, and I know I have to get home. My pre-heat is trying to claw its way out, and I can’t let that happen.
