“Kyle?”
“Last one to enter the bathroom is the loser.”
Before Clement could utter a single word, Kyle had already taken off. He attempted to get up, but his feet were somehow tangled up inside the bedcover.
“You’re a fucking cheat, Kyle Ross Lee.”
“No, I’m not,” Kyle shouted back as he continued to run toward the bathroom. “You’re just a sore ass loser.”
“Sore…” Clement trailed off before growling like a wolf at Kyle’s retreating back. “I’ll fucking show you a sore ass. Wait until I get my hands on you, you cheater!”
“You have to catch me first.”