“So….” Gwen sighed as she grabbed the puck. She then glared at it. It was an ice hockey puck. She made a sour face as she pointed to the table. “Where’s the plastic puck?”
“What’s wrong with that one?”
“It hurts my fingers when you hit me. I want the little one.”
“It’s extreme air hockey.” Morgan laughed as he slapped his pusher against the surface of the game.
Rolling her eyes, Gwen placed the puck near her pusher. She hit it, then Morgan quickly volleyed it back at her. Like she expected, she was whacked with the hockey puck. Gwen retracted her hand, wincing as Morgan chuckled. “Extreme air hockey sucks.”
“That’s just you.”
With a firm shove, Gwen shot the puck with harder force than necessary. It slammed into his fingers curled over the side of the game table. Morgan jumped back, his hand jumping to his lips as he kissed the surface of his skin lightly.
“Actually, I kind of like it now.” She laughed as she watched his brow lower and Morgan glare at her.
Morgan slammed the puck on the table, his eyes narrowing.