“No fucking during a snowball fight!” I holler out. Asher doesn’t move his mouth from hers, just lifts his middle finger in the air as he begins peppering her neck with kisses. “Fuck this, I’m on that team,” Liam says as he takes off running towards them. “Me too,” Ronan says from beside me as he abandons his post and runs down the hill. Traitors, every last one of them.
