Shannon had the rules memorized, until the night she opened Boone's door and broke them. When she slid her lips into the dip beneath Boone's ear until his skin crawled with her, until her tongue burned with the taste of sweat laced with terror and deep, deep desire. The second he shoved her onto the bed, a soft voice in her head whispered checkmate, yatzee, but the sound of cloth being torn from her skin took the dice roll back, hurled her queen into a darkness she could not reclaim her from.

And in the morning, piecing together her clothes, she wasn't sure who had won, after all.