“Yeah, I thought that might work –” Losing his balance on the floor that had become a glorified ice rink, Joey collapsed in a heap on the ground, taking me with him. There were only three options available to me in this moment; laugh, cry, or keep fighting. I chose the first one, and surprisingly, so did my partner in crime. “Fuck,” he choked out a laugh from beneath me. “That was…” “Stupid.” Lifting up on elbows, I grinned down at him. “I won.” “No, I won.” “Who came out on top?” “You, Molloy.” Shaking his head, he stared up at my face and released an amused sigh. “Always you.”
