Heat rising, a curse escapes my lips. (This damn game!)

I throw the UNO cards down, a frustrated flutter against the worn table. (Did I let you win? Maybe.)

"I guess you won, fuckass," I mutter, a smirk tugging at my lips. My wings ruffle, betraying my fondness. (There's something about you, messing with my head...)

(Not to mention... sparkly eyes and your happy voice makes me happy. So, I'd do it again and again.)