Miranda wins, you lose

You heart beats faster in a mix of anticipation and nervousness as your King loses to Miranda's trio of Queens. Matt winks at you and your sister and Sarah grin, the latter's bra-covered cleavage bouncing, as Miranda casually walks over to you.

Oh, my freaking God! you think as your gaze locks on her cute eyes, silky brown hair framing her perfect face as she seemed to ponder what to take from you.

Shit, I've got to make a move on her tonight, I can't let that douche Tom have her, you decide, noticing from the corner of your eye that Tom was doing a really bad job in trying to hide the glare he is currently giving you. Well, I don't even know if she'd be interested on him, though.

At last, Miranda reaches down to the hem of your t-shirt and pulls it over your head before throwing it on the cloth pile. You are pleased to notice her eyes running over your bare chest as the two of you sit down to play the next round.