Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

I find a pillow and chuck it at his hot, annoying face. “You’re supposed to be shy, jerk!” He deflects the pillow with his forearm, and when he bounces it off my own face, I gasp. “I’m not shy, Jennie! I’m just fucking terrified of you!”

“What are you doing?” Jennie asks as I tear open a bag of snacks. “Eating my feelings,” I mumble, tossing a handful of Flamin’ Hot Funyuns in my mouth. They’re crunchy and spicy, bursting with flavor, kinda like Jennie. Everything I want in a snack.