I stretch, letting go of Chase. The 'hawks' all train their eyes on us, but then see his arms are still clearly wrapped around me.

"They are serious about this game."

"I would be, too. Ten thousand dollars at stake? I wouldn't want to play around with that kind of money."

He buries his face back in the crook of my neck.

"I'm going to flip, okay?"

"Yeah."

I shift around on the couch so that my back is now against Chase's front.

His lips find my ear, whispering so quietly that I can barely hear it.

"Hey, little spoon."

I laugh, burying my face in my hands.

"Gotta get used to me, Abby. You're putting up with me for the next couple hours."

That doesn't sound as threatening as he's trying to make it sound.

It actually sounds like a really good idea.

I turn my head to speak with him.

"Good luck putting up with me."

His chest shakes as he laughs, pulling me closer.

"I'm already flush against you, weirdo. Are you trying to become conjoined twins or something?"

His answer is definitely not one that I was expecting.

"I would hate to be your brother because having a relationship between sister and brother is highly frowned upon. Especially if it involves procreation."

I am completely shocked by his words. Does he want a relationship with me? Procreation?!

I don't know if I'm imagining things or not, but I think I feel his lips against my neck for a brief second. Just the thought sends shivers down my spine.

Jonathan rarely did anything that involved kissing or even showing affection.

Something moves and I try to squirm away from Chase.

"Oh my gosh! Get rid of that!"

He laughs at my reaction, not even loosening his grip.

"What did you expect? Little Ch-"

I put my hands over my ears, ignoring the rest of his statement.