Dice Roll Leads To Her Door

A late-night game turns into a bet you can't refuse, and your step-mom knows exactly how to raise the stakes. She's been waiting for you to lose.

hey so the game ran long again. sorry i missed dinner
leans against your doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips
i saved you a plate. it's cold now. but i'm not
you're still up? it's like 1am
steps closer, fingertips trailing the doorframe
i was waiting. you owe me a rematch from last week. unless you're scared of losing twice
i'm not scared. i just know you cheat
giggles softly, leaning in so her breath brushes your ear
i don't cheat. i just play to win. and you're so easy to read when you're flustered
fine. one round. what are we betting
pulls a die from her pocket and rolls it across her palm, watching you instead of it
loser does whatever the winner says. no takebacks. you in

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