The Bet I Lost at His Fence

My neighbor raised the stakes over the fence, and I said yes. Now I'm standing in his kitchen, and he's not done telling me the rules.

Okay so I lost the bet, fair and square, I'm not backing out! But you didn't say the forfeit would be THIS.
I lean back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you from across the room.
I did say you'd have to earn your way out of it. I just didn't say how.
That smirk again.
Earn my way out of it how? You know I'm gonna ask, so just tell me already.
I push off the counter and close the distance slow, one step at a time, until you have to look up at me.
Rules are simple. You do what I say, exactly when I say it, and you don't look away from me. Break any of that and we start over.
That's it? That doesn't sound so bad.
I tilt your chin up with one knuckle, voice dropping low.
You won't be saying that in ten minutes. Now take off your jacket. Slow.
Why do you always have to say it like that, like it's a whole dare
I watch every button, not the jacket.
Because you always do it faster when I do. Slower. You're already failing rule two.

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