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Chapter 34

Hayden

“A penis?” Kora’s loud voice echoes around the room.

Mike shakes his head.

“Shaft? Tip of a penis? Circumcised?” She spits out more rapid-fire guesses.

Mike looks exasperated as he adds tiny lines under the circles of his drawing.

“Is it a different word for penis? Because that still counts as correct.” She looks at him hopefully.

“Kora, it’s not a penis.”

“Shush, you can’t say anything,” Robin reprimands him from her spot on the couch next to me.

We’ve only been playing this game for a little while, but Kora is so competitive that she’s already gotten into multiple fights with Mike about his lack of drawing skills.

He points at the tiny lines he drew and lifts his eyebrows at her as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I have a good idea of what it is, but I’m on Robin’s team, so I keep my lips sealed.

“Pubes?” Kora guesses.

Mike throws his hands up in the air and groans. He tries again and draws an arrow next to his awful attempt on the board.

“Up? Erect? Aroused? Hard penis?”

“Kora, it’s not a freaking penis,” Mike yells as the timer goes off.

“No points for you,” Robin says smugly and adds a zero to their score sheet.

This is the happiest I’ve seen her all night, and although I hate games, I’m grateful it’s lifting her mood. It’s my last night—I leave tomorrow—and we’ve been miserable all day.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we’re losing. What the hell was it supposed to be, Mike?” Kora looks at him reproachfully.

“A spacecraft,” he mumbles as he sits on one of the dining room chairs that we dragged into the living room.

“What the fuck are the lines then?”

“I meant to show that it can move. Like it goes up in the air.” He looks slightly embarrassed.

I snort.

“I can’t believe I didn’t get Robin as a partner.” Kora crosses her arms, and if looks could kill, I’d be buried deep already.

“Sorry, it’s my last night. I get priority with Robs.”

Robin’s smile falls.

Shit. I didn’t need to remind her of that. She’s been so sad all day, even though she’s been giving everyone her usual smiles. But I know her well enough to recognize when she’s faking it.

“Well, show us what you got, lover boy,” Kora taunts, gesturing to the cards on the table.

Right, it’s my turn.

I pick a card and turn it away so Robin can’t see. My word is “propose.”

How the heck am I supposed to draw that? Also, what are the odds I get a romantic word? I know Kora is going to make some sort of comment about that.