ALLISON’S POV
“Sean, you’re not even listening.” I groan.
“I am.”
Liar.
His eyes stay glued to his screen, thumbs moving like his life depends on it. He hasn’t looked at me once in the last ten minutes, not a glance or a blink in my direction. I exhale and cross my arms over my chest.
Do I really have to fight for attention on our anniversary getaway?
This whole week is supposed to be about us having fun and s*x in places we’ll later pretend never happened. Instead, he’s been texting his boys and playing his stupid game more than usual. It’s always that cursed group chat…that damn game.
What is so fun in there that beats having your very real, very bored girlfriend sitting right beside you?
I inch closer and lean against his arm. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to beat this level
