" He knows we’re a team.”
“A team,” Hunt said slowly. As if out of everything she’d laid out, that was what he chose to dwell on.
“You know what I mean,” Bryce said.
“I’m not sure I do.” Had his voice dropped lower?
“We’re roomies,” she said, her own voice getting breathy.
“Roomies.”
“Occasional Beer Pong Champions?”
Hunt snatched the hat off her head and plunked it back on his own, backward as usual. “Yes, the Autumn King truly fears our unholy beer pong alliance. "

― Sarah J. Maas , House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City, #2)