Luna's hand remained on Fraser's waist as she gazed at me, devoid of any regret or fear, but with a clear sense of defiance.
Fraser smiled at me. "It's just a game; don't be mad."
I wanted to voice my concerns about how inappropriate the game was—kissing someone else's girlfriend and feeding her alcohol—but I kept my complaints to myself."
Surprisingly, I felt no anger, just a sense of relief.
I added a bottle of beer to the spicy crayfish and responded with a smile, "I'm not mad."
But Luna thought I was mad and shot me a glare.
"Levi, don't be jealous. Fraser and I are just friends."
I nodded and stayed quiet, just focusing on handling the crayfish while letting everyone know to keep playing.
Since the person involved wasn't questioning it, no one brought up the earlier incident again.
Soon, Luna lost again and chose to answer a truth question.
Fraser seized the opportunity to ask, "If Levi weren't here, could we get back together?"
Luna's face froze in surprise; she clearly didn't expect this. But she quickly composed herself and blushed slightly.
In the silence, she nodded. "We could."
Everyone's gaze shifted to me once again.