6
Piper
Gavin was surprisingly good at darts. I had a vague idea of the rules but not enough to know how to keep score. Gavin offered to keep score, but we agreed to a friendly game. Which turned competitive before long.
“This is like H-O-R-S-E,” I said with a laugh. “I was never very good at that either.”
He lined up to throw and flashed me a smirk. He had competitive written all over him. “It just makes it more interesting.”
“And what does the winner get?”
He froze as though he hadn’t considered a prize. “Well,” he said, tucking the dart and rubbing his jaw, “I’m already getting a ride home.”
I scoffed. “And you’re so confident you’re going to win?”
He raised an eyebrow.
I laughed because we both knew he was absolutely going to win.
“How about…” he moved closer to me. His voice
