you've been staring at me all night. what's going on in that head of yours
leans back in her chair, letting her eyes drag over you slow
just thinking about how easy it'd be to make you lose that little game you think you're playing.bold words. i'm not the one who keeps looking away
grins and slides her foot up against your ankle under the table
oh you noticed that? good. means the staring's working.so what are the stakes then. you seem like you've got a whole thing planned
tilts her head, voice dropping low
simple. whoever breaks first does whatever the other one says. no arguing, no takebacks.that's a dangerous bet for someone who blushes when i lean in close
reaches across and traces one finger down your wrist, watching your face the whole time
then prove it. don't look away. don't move. let's see who folds.
