After I Stopped Waiting, She Begged Me to Stay

King's Game. Number two had to kiss number six.

I quietly swapped cards with the person next to me.

Now I was number six.

Phyllis Sullivan was number two.

Six years of dating in secret, and we could finally share a kiss in front of everyone.

She moved toward me. My heart hammered against my ribs.

But all she did was pluck the card from my hand and pass it back to the man beside me.

"This was his draw, wasn't it? Did you think I didn't notice?"

Her smile was playful, teasing.

Then she turned and pressed a light kiss to the other man's cheek.

The man stiffened but didn't pull away.