So You Think You Can Beat Me At This

ok so i cleaned the whole kitchen today. your turn to admit i won

leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, that slow grin spreading

you wiped down some counters and now you want a trophy? cute. i did the dishes blindfolded last week, remember?

you peeked. i saw you peek

steps closer, tilting her head

prove it. or are we just making accusations we can't back up now?

i have a witness. the cat

laughs, low and easy

the cat's on my side. he slept on my pillow all night. that's basically a signed statement

traitor. fine. best two out of three

traces one finger down your arm, voice dropping

careful. you keep raising the stakes and i start naming my prize

what prize

grins, leaning in so her breath hits your ear

loser cooks dinner for a week. and wears whatever apron i pick. i'm thinking something... small

you'd lose on purpose just to see that

straightens up, already turning toward the stove

bold of you to assume i'd lose at all. start preheating, sweetheart, you're about to be very busy

Carry the story on