2.26 Losing To You (2)

Mick cheered loudly. “Fuck yeah! That was fucking awesome!” He high-fived his brother, then threw his arms in the air, carrying on until he looked at me. I don’t know what sort of expression I was making, but his cheerfulness slipped away pretty quickly.

Miles tossed his cue stick to Mick, then marched over to me. I tried to smile to congratulate him, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was working hard not to stomp on his foot and call for Lenny to help bash heads.

“You won,” I said dejectedly. “Guess I’ll be stuck in my office for the foreseeable future.”

Miles pressed his chest to mine, not saying a word. He just peered down at me with an intense look on his face.

“What? You want to bend me over the table right now?” I scoffed. I was getting pissed thinking about the loss. “Can we take a rain check? If someone hadn’t cheated at the start, you couldn’t be this smug, you pompous, too-tall jerk.”

His mouth twitched. “Too tall?”

He was standing over me, and it just slipped out. “Don’