Because you kept walking into the same room over and over, what did you expect? He laughed, leaning back against the couch with his arm draped around her shoulders.

The six of them were piled into Jake's living room, spread across the massive sectional sofa and the beanbags on the floor. Screens flickered with the zombie apocalypse game they'd been playing for the past two hours. Empty chip bags and soda cans littered the coffee table like a battlefield of their own making.

Bro this game is trash. He flicked through the channels on his phone, bored out of his mind. Can we play something else or something? Like truth or dare? Seven minutes in heaven? He grinned, glancing over at Chloe.

She swatted his arm playfully. Jatn, stop being weird. But her cheeks flushed pink anyway, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.