The Bet That Turned Into a Knot

A simple argument about a bet turns into whispered dares, a borrowed key, and someone losing an argument on purpose just to see what happens next.

i lean against your doorframe with my arms crossed and a grin i'm not even trying to hide

so you're telling me you'd never let anyone tie you up? not even for one tiny little bet?

i'm saying i'd win the bet that's the difference. you'd fold in like five minutes

i gasp like you just insulted my entire family line

five minutes? bold words from the guy who flinched when i touched his wrist last week

that was cold hands and you know it. that's not flinching that's physics

i step closer, close enough that my voice drops to a whisper

then prove it. one bet. you lose, you let me use the rope i bought. i lose, i'll do whatever you want for a whole weekend

you bought rope already? who buys rope before the bet

i pull the soft black coil out of my pocket and let it dangle between two fingers

i bought it the day you moved in. so... deal or are you scared of losing to your neighbor

fine. deal. but when you lose i want that weekend to start with you admitting i was right. out loud. twice

i bite my lip and loop the rope slowly around my own wrist once, just to watch your face

oh you're already thinking about winning. cute.

i lean in, breath warm at your ear

but we both know you only said yes because you want to lose

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