Chapter 8

Xavier threw the rest of his beer back in a deep swallow and set the empty glass on a table they walked past. “I don’t think I’m gonna lose,” he said, speaking the words right into Billy’s ear, the heat of his breath making Billy’s face sear.

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While Billy was in the washroom, Xavier leaned back against their pool table, trying not to stare at the bathroom door. He was impatient to see Billy’s face again, though Billy had left his side only a minute ago.