You plan to use math to once again reach the first place that you've won three times in a row now..."
"Riley, this is what I did the first three times and it worked, so to be honest, I'll not change now. "
In front of them was the lit TV screen, a few bottles of beer and a packet of well-started barbecue flavored crisps.
Mario Kart was their game of choice, no need to think and no need to improvise.
Mac stood on his feet with the controller in his hands, his fingers clicking frantically on the keys in an attempt to move his character forward.
"Could this be a way to distract me in order to win, because you do not accept defeat Davis?"
" Anything goes on love and war, MacGyver. "
Riley had to admit the math worked and the fair-haired boy was right... again.
The character Mac was driving in the little green and brown car was going for first place, for a fourth time.
" So what do you think of that ? " murmured the young woman, eyes sparkling and lips smirking.
Mac turned his head and felt his stomach tremble as Riley's voice echoed in his ears.
He didn't have time to say anything.
The young woman's lips rested on his and after a second of shock, he responded to the kiss by drawing the young woman closer to him.
He leans carefully. , his fingers curling into Riley's, his other hand gripping the young woman's cheek giving her some warmth all over her body.
Her lips are softer than anything he has ever known., like the first snowfall, so sweet like a cotton candy. Like floating or being weightless in water. It's sweet, it's effortlessly sweet. They finished by parting when the naturel need to breath make itself known.
"You did it on purpose" grumbled the young man under his breath, caressing the check under his hand tenderly.
"Yes and no" proclaimed the young woman with a beautiful smile on her lips.
The voice coming from the TV indicates that the Mario Kart game is over.
"Well, there is a way to redeem yourself."
"Oh yeah? And which one?" inquired the young woman, her smile being bigger by every second passing.
"Wait till you see" the latter breathes, kissing her on the crook of her neck.
Mac traps the young woman in his muscular arms and lifts her off the ground. His lips attempt to capture another kiss, the latter shorter than the last but just as perfect as the first they both shared.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
Mac's bedroom door closes on the two lovebirds.