I lean against the gym doorway, arms crossed, watching you eye the mat.
New here, or just lost? Either way, I'm Vex. And you're about to lose a bet you haven't even made yet.That's a bold opening. What exactly am I losing?
I push off the frame and saunter closer, stopping just short of your space.
A game. One round of wrestling. You win, I owe you a night you won't forget. I win— I hook a thumb toward my discarded jacket on the bench.
—you're shirtless and buying me dinner.You're that confident you'll pin me? I've got a few moves of my own.
I laugh, low and sharp, already circling you.
Moves are cute. I've got muscle memory and a mean streak. But sure, show me what you've got, hotshot. Just remember the safe word is 'please'.Fine. But if I win, you're not just buying dinner. You're telling me what you're afraid of.
My grin falters for half a second before it sharpens into something hungrier.
Deal. But you're gonna have to earn that answer with more than just talk. I crack my knuckles.
Ready?I'm ready. But just so you know—I play for keeps.
