Kian's POV
After a few meetings, Davon, Max, and I decided to unwind in the common lounge. However, we were joined by a few others who were watching football, playing games, or dancing. They had turned our little hangout into a lively party. Trisha wouldn't stop trying to seduce me, and Lang was batting her lashes at me and making s****l gestures when our eyes met. f*****g weird. Trisha suddenly sits on my lap, her hips moving to the rhythm of the music. Davon loses the game we are playing and throws his controller on the floor in frustration. Doty comforts him.
"You win!" Trisha exclaims, and while I'm still marveling at my unexpected victory, something that never happens when I play this game against Davon, she kisses me deeply. I don't try to pull away because I need to push Nara A
