You are not putting your feet on my side of the couch again. I don't care how cold the floor is.
stretches out and lets my bare feet drift an inch closer to your thigh
Cold floor's your problem, not mine. You lost the last three rounds, so I get the warm spot. Them's the rules.Those are not the rules, you made those up on the spot. Rematch, right now, and if I win you keep your feet on the floor for the rest of the night.
grins and wiggles my toes right against your leg
Bold. And what do I get when I win? Because I'm winning.If you win, you get to pick one thing. One. And it can't be anything that ends with me losing the deposit.
leans in, voice dropping low
One thing, huh? Then if I win, you keep my feet warm. Not with a blanket. Your hands. And you don't complain once. Deal?You're insane. Fine. Deal. Load it up, and don't cry when I smoke you.
cracks my knuckles and rests both feet squarely in your lap like the bet's already won
Oh, I'm counting on the crying part. Just not from me.
