Rivals Or Lovers
For a second, the sound of the ceiling fan and our uneven breaths filled the space.
Then, out of nowhere, he said, “You think everything’s a game.”
It wasn’t a question, but it made me look at him anyway. His eyes were fixed on the floor, voice calm—too calm.
“Maybe,” I said. “Games are easier to win than life.”
He finally glanced up, one brow slightly raised. “You call this winning?”
I shrugged, tossing my towel aside. “I’m still standing, aren’t I?”
That earned the faintest tug at the corner of his mouth—something that might’ve been a smile in another lifetime. “You’re impossible.”