Peter was barely paying attention to the game at all.

He felt kind of like a perv, but her skirt was really short, and at every turn she made, it rode up just enough to show him a peek of the back of her thighs. He found himself imagining what her panties looked like, if they were the kind that showed just a little bit of cheek beneath the elastic.

God, he was a jerk.

But then she sat on his lap, smiling sweetly, innocently, her thumb playing across the top of his collar. His mouth went dry. "It's ten frames, but we can take a break, if you want."