“Too bad I’ll never get Shay up that high to see it.”
“What are you thinking for our last night here?” Jesse interrupted.
“You guys wanna go bowling and grab food and drinks?” Kason asked.
“Sounds fun,” I said, glancing to Thayer.
“Yeah. Let’s do that,” he said.
“Are we getting more footage?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah,” Kason said. “You go with Thayer, and I’m gonna go with Giselle. I haven’t seen her in action since we were in high school.”
“She’s still gnarly,” Thayer added.
He was always putting me on a pedestal that I certainly didn’t deserve. He’d always done it. Whether I’d scored a goal playing soccer or opened my boutique, he was always right there to tell me how amazing I was. I guess I was just too stupid to appreciate it then.
Kason scoffed. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
I shoved him. “Asshole.”
“Never claimed not to be,” Kason said.
16
THAYER
“Another strike?” Shay groaned.
“We’re never gonna hear the end of this,” Giselle added.
Kason spun around with a smirk on his face. The guy was competitive at everything. He moved to the table and grabbed his beer before draping his arm around Shay’s shoulders. “That one was for you.”
Though she rolled her eyes, her giggle indicated she ate it up. The guy adored her, and she deserved his adoration.
Jesse got up to bowl, leaving Giselle and me alone on the outdated checkered seats. I moved my hand beside hers and brushed my pinky against hers. She didn’t look at me but smiled as Jesse threw a spare.
“Your turn, Giselle,” Kason called as if purposely moving his sister away from me.
She stood, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way the jeans fit her ass so perfectly. She had the best body, and it was a damn good thing no one could read my mind. Because I couldn’t stop replaying what she looked like naked with me inside of her.
She sent her ball down the lane. It drifted left, rolling right into the gutter. “Damn,” she said, turning to grab her second ball. She moved back to the lane and changed her approach. She bent all the way down with her ass in the air for all to see and bowled like a little kid between her legs. The ball stayed in the center. And, as slowly as it moved, it hit the first pin then knocked down a few others with its minimal force.
Giselle spun around with a big smile.
Shay clapped. “That’s how a real girl bowls. She weighs her options and does the most practical move.”
“Enough science for tonight, my beautiful little brainiac,” Kason said before kissing the top of Shay’s head.
We laughed, but he wasn’t lying. Shay was super smart.
I stood and passed Giselle on the way to my ball, careful not to touch her in front of Kason, no matter how badly I wanted to. I grabbed my ball and threw my own strike.
“Uh oh. Someone’s got competition,” Shay teased Kason.
Kason scoffed. “Hardly.”
“Hey. Looks like we’ve got fans,” Jesse said, tipping his head toward the lane on our right. Four girls around our age were checking us out. “What do you say, Thayer?” Jesse said. “I think an introduction’s in order.”