“Someone’s competitive,” I tease him. He fixates on my upturning lips and my piercing. “I’m compensating for your slacking,” he rebuts. “That’s cute.” I just stop there. His neck almost flushes, and he’s trying to stay on course. But I’m definitely distracting him. When he gets a better look at the competition, he says, “Christ.” “What?” Lily pops up. “Are we losing?” “We’re definitely losing,”
