It was just a NORMAL night in the SAINTS HQ, just him and Shaundi hanging out, just playingTWISTER. Yes, Twister was something they found themselves just doing when they had nothing else to do. A smile was tugging on his lips every time the FEMALE moved, probably in the most awkward position anyone can be in.
Warm touched his skin; it was probably THE FACT that she was getting mad.
Twister was the only GAME that The Boss can ever win at against anyone in the
Saints, and seeing Shaundi just getting mad over a little game just made him
laugh. SHE WAS FURIOUS. She started to get up, almost walking away, but
he softly pushed her down. PINNING HER to the ground, really not trying to
HURT HER. He couldn’t. “Don’t be a sore thumb, Shaundi.”
He pointed out, his hands gripping both of her wrists. THEY WERE CLOSE.
Too close. He’d kiss her right there if he could, but he has RESPECT FOR
THE GIRL. He really couldn’t. EVEN IF BUTTERFLIES trailed against his
skin, and spine. IT WAS TORMENTING HIM.
Fuck Twister. Fuck this game. She heard that Monopoly destroyed relationships but, that was nothing compared to a game of Twister with The Boss.
Shaundi always wondered the same thing: why did she always agree to play this game with Boss when she knew that she would lose?
After a few groans in frustration, she moved to quit the game and stand up before she was softly pushed down by someone. She was pinned down softly on the ground by her wrists, glaring at Boss.
Even though she was pissed, she wasn’t tense under his touch, she didn’t feel uncomfortable, she felt... like she belonged. She didn’t struggle, she didn’t make any movement to get out from under him.
“Let me win a game every now and then,” she said.
