Play Me Like You Mean It
I smacked him square in the face; he collapsed in mock agony.
“That’s assault, assistant.”
“That’s justice, cheater.”
I climbed onto the sofa for better aim, clutching my second pillow like a sword. He rose slowly, bracing himself with one good arm, grin spreading like wildfire.
We were laughing– loud, reckless laughter that shook the walls and left my cheeks aching.
Then the front door opened.
Kimberly stood in the doorway, heels clicking against the polished floor, her eyes freezing at the sight. Me, hair wild, pillow mid-swing; Cade, flushed and grinning, clutching one of his own.