Page 9 of Our Final Game

“Isn’t he always like that?” Lucas chuckles low, wiping crumbs from the side of Milo’s mouth, earning him a grin.

Gross.

“Nah, this is different,” I say, and we all laugh except for a very confused-looking Milo. Really, it’s me who’s tired. Though I’m not too far off about Milo, his leg is bouncy crazy as we start the next match, so he’ll be crashing any time now.

“Alright, last one, boys,” Zayne declares.

“Aye aye, captain!” Milo grins, putting his headset on.

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By the time I’m back home, the sun has long gone, and my eyes are burning from staring at the fucking screen for hours. I pad into my room and sit down in my gaming chair. Even though this is the last place I want to be. But I want to see if he’s online tonight. I need to unwind and talk about something other than espresso notes and Seeker. A smile blossoms across my face; he’s on.

Zero: hi

Starryeyes: where you been?

Zero: sry, work’s been crazy.

Starryeyes: oh, thought you had a secret family to take care of or something

Zero: wtf lmao no i’m only 25 i told you that.

Starryeyes: ;p right because you definitely couldn’t be lying

Zero: i could be.

Starryeyes: exactly.

Zero: were you waiting for me?

Starryeyes: every night :(

Zero: good boy.

Starryeyes: ……

Zero: i’m just playing lol

Starryeyes: what if i don’t want you to be playing?

I know that’s such a risky move on my part, but I really can’t help flirting with him, and technically he started it this time. My kind of unintentional drought isn’t helping. I can’t even remember the last time I was remotely interested in a guy, let alone got into bed with one. But I can’t say I don’t miss being touched because I do. So much. My body feels hot as I lean forward, waiting for his response. I chew on my bottom lip when he doesn’t type anything back for a while.

Maybe that was a little too much.

Zero: r u single?

Starryeyes: yea…

Zero: nice.

Starryeyes: are you?

Zero: lol yea.

Starryeyes: oh….good.

Zero: it’s kinda late wyd tomorrow?