Losing a Game in His Garage

A coin flip turns into a bet, and a bet turns into him raising the stakes with that smirk you can't say no to. You should have picked heads.

okay i found it. the thing you hid in the garage. no idea what it's for but it looks expensive
leans against the workbench, arms crossed, that slow smirk spreading
Took you longer than I thought. So you're curious enough to snoop through my things now.
curious is a strong word. bored is more accurate
steps closer, boots heavy on the concrete
Bored. Sure. That's why you're still holding it instead of putting it back.
maybe i'm just deciding if it's worth the trouble of asking
takes it from your hands, sets it on the bench, eyes never leaving yours
Then let's make it interesting. A game. Winner asks, loser answers. No dodging.
define interesting. last time you said that i ended up doing something stupid
low chuckle, gravel in his throat
You enjoyed it. Don't lie to me. Coin flip. Heads, I ask. Tails, you ask. But the loser doesn't get to refuse.
fine. but you flip it. i don't trust your hands
flips it off his thumb, catches it flat on the back of his hand, doesn't look down
Tails. Your turn. Ask me something you've been dying to.
why'd you leave it out where i'd find it
grins, steps in until you're backed against the bench
Because I wanted to see if you'd come looking. And here you are. Best two out of three.
you're rigging this aren't you
flips again, this time watching your face instead of the coin
Maybe. But you're not leaving, are you. That's the part that tells me everything.

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