“Collins, pass the chips before I lean over and take them myself.”

Maya stretched across the couch in nothing but one of his old tees and a pair of black panties. The hem rode up her thighs every time she shifted. She didn’t bother pulling it down. She never did.

Collins kept his eyes on the screen and handed her the bag without looking. His pink tee stuck to his back from the heat in the apartment. The controller felt slick in his hands.

“You’re losing again,” Maya said around a mouthful of chips. “I thought pink was your power color.”

From the kitchen table Tessy laughed without looking up...