The game went on. This time, Ethan lost.
The card read: "French kiss with a member of the opposite sex present for three minutes."
Only Tara and I were of the opposite sex.
Yet everyone tacitly pushed Ethan toward Tara.
"It’s just a game! Anyone taking it seriously is an idiot!"
He laughed, she made teasing noises, and a crowd cheered, snapping photos with their phones.
I could no longer tolerate it and slammed my cup on the floor.
Glass shattered, screams erupted.
In the sudden silence, I held my waist, rose slowly, my voice eerily calm:
"Want to try something more exciting?"
"I'll help you!"
I pulled out my phone. "Hey, police officer, there’s a mob here..."
Ethan reacted first, lunging to grab my phone.
"Nicole Jensen, are you crazy? It’s just a game!"
I noticed his hand lingering on Tara’s waist, laughed suddenly, and tears sprang without warning.
"Ethan, how are you going to explain this when the baby is born?"
"That the dad can’t control himself, and the mom is a complete fool?"
Ethan’s face went cold as he shielded Tara, voice tight with anger.
"You’re going too far! I said it’s just a game!"
If this counts as a game, I really can’t handle it.
I turned to leave.
Ethan grabbed my wrist.