Sloane Kingston
"You're serious?" I ask Christian, raising an eyebrow, my grin widening as he nods confidently, his eyes gleaming with mischief. There's not the slightest hint of hesitation in his expression, and I know he's feeling pretty sure of himself.
"Alright then," I sigh, feigning reluctance as I push all my Tootsie Rolls into the center of the makeshift poker table—a pile of blankets on the bed. The colorful wrappers crinkle as they join the growing pile of candy, the stakes as sweet as the smug look on Christian's face.
"Show me what you got," I challenge, leaning back against the pillows with an air of nonchalance, even though my heart is pounding with excitement.
Christian's grin widens, his dimples deepening as he dramatically flips his cards onto the bedspread. "Read 'em and weep. Flush, baby!" He waggles his eyebrows in that playful way that always makes me melt, his voice laced with triumph.
