I huff out a laugh, and when he opens his mouth to say something, I cut him off with a quiet, “Go.” My thumb lands on his and I’m about to brag my victory when he easily slips it out from beneath mine. And then, once again, he has my thumb pinned. “Adorable effort to distract me, darling.” I sigh in frustration. “I see why you hate this game.” “No, I hate this game because it’s boring. You hate this game because you’re bad at it.”
