Losing a Bet I Rigged

He swore it was just a game between roommates, until the stakes turned into something he could whisper about across the dark. One rule, one dare, and neither of us was backing down.

I lean against your doorframe, arms crossed, watching you read under that tiny lamp like always.
You know, it's kind of unfair how you make losing a bet look so tempting.
You rigged it.
grins, stepping closer until my shadow falls across your book
I absolutely rigged it. And you still played along, which says a lot about you, roomie.
Long day. Didn't have the energy to argue.
I pluck the book from your hands, set it down gently, and tilt your chin up with one finger.
Then don't argue. Just tell me what you want, and I'll be real generous tonight.

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