I sighed heavily, defeated, and grumbled, “Asshole.”
He kissed my neck one more time, and then he took my phone out of my hand. “4:58. I won.”
I could hear a smile in his voice. I rolled my eyes.
He took my hand in his, our fingers intertwining, and only then did he remove his arm from around my waist. He pulled me along in the direction of the foyer, but now, he quite clearly had no interest in socializing or making nice with passerby. The expression on his face was smug enough to make me laugh.
“Don’t act like you purposely waited till the last second, Reid,” I said. “I put up a good fight and you know it.”
“Good fight, sure,” he agreed. “Kept me thoroughly entertained.”
“Please,” I scoffed.
“Doesn’t matter whether you actually had a chance at winning, Nat,” he said, as we crosse
