Roman's hand flexed where it pressed to the mat, his knuckles whitening.
"Roman," Violet said, her breath catching.
"What?" he rasped with a rough voice. "I'm playing the game."
Liar.
"Left hand, yellow." Asher announced.
Violet reached across the mat and instantly regretted it. The stretch pulled her forward, leaving her no choice but to arch her back, and that gave Griffin a full view down her neckline.
His breath hit her seconds later brushing over her chest hot and slowly, causing her nipples to harden beneath the thin fabric. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire along her arms, and Violet bit down a sound that wasn't a laugh.
Goddess help her.
"Right foot, red." Asher called.
