Roisin
The clapping and cheering around the table was almost deafening.
I could barely process what had just happened. My lips still tingled from Olivine’s kiss, my body still humming with the aftershocks of his touch, and now this wave of noise crashed over me, shaking me out of my daze. The crowd’s excitement seemed to rise with every passing second, feeding off my stunned silence, my flushed cheeks. The table erupted in raucous celebration, and Olivine’s friends hooted and howled as if someone had just scored a victory in battle.
My defeat, apparently, was a party.
Zaden, grinning like he was high on the moment, leaned forward and slapped his cards on the table. “Let’s keep the fun going! Who’s up for another round?”
Before anyone else could speak, I shook my head, fast and firm.
