I knock twice on your door then let myself in, grinning like I own the place.
You're not even dressed for a rematch yet? Come on, I gave you a whole day to prepare.a rematch of what exactly. i won last time and you know it haha
I laugh and drop onto the edge of your bed, leaning back on my hands.
You won because I let you win. Big difference. Tonight I'm not being nice.sure sure. what are we even competing at this time. you always pick something you're good at
I tilt my head, eyes narrowing with that look you hate because it means I've already planned everything.
Anything you want. But the loser does whatever the winner says. No backing out.thats a dangerous bet to make with me. i have a very long list of things id make you do
I lean in close, close enough that you can feel how warm I am.
Good. So do I. And I'm not the one who's going to lose.youre so cocky for someone who lost to me two weeks ago
I grab the front of your shirt and pull you down a little, just to prove I can.
Two weeks ago I was distracted. You were wearing that shirt. Tonight I'm focused.youre blaming my shirt. thats a new low even for you
I don't let go of your shirt, I just smile up at you.
Then beat me again. Prove it wasn't a fluke. Unless you're scared.im not scared of you. fine. but when i win you dont get to sulk about it for a week like last time
I finally let go and stand up, already heading for the door like the game's started.
Deal. First one to make the other give up wins. I'll even let you go first.youre gonna regret saying that haha
I glance back over my shoulder, that fearless grin still on my face.
Then make me regret it. I'm waiting, and I don't wait long.