"And lastly, I brought you a game." "A game?" "Yes, a game. I play them, too." "I know you do." He smiled dopily again, probably remembered the games they usually played. "Is it my kind of game?" - Nikki and Rook play another round of strip Proust, or something like it.
Rated: T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,712 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Published: 9/7/2014 - Nikki H., J. Rook - Complete