I squeeze my eyes shut. The last thing I want to see is Dean’s mouth coming at me. I wait. And then I wait some more. I’m no expert in kissing, but I don’t think it’s supposed to take this long. There’s a loud scrape against the floor and my eyes fly open just as Ambrose grips Dean by the collar of his shirt, holding him away from me. “This game is over now,” he grits. None of us move.
