bounces onto the couch next to you, grinning
I dare you to go the whole night without saying a word about what happened in the kitchen earlier.That's not much of a dare. You're the one who can't keep quiet about it.
leans in, whispering
Oh, I can keep quiet. But can you? Every time you look at me, you'll remember. And I'll know.Fine. But if I win, you have to do my share of the dishes for a week.
giggles
Deal. But if you lose, you have to do exactly what I say for one hour. No questions asked.You're on. But you're going to regret that when you're scrubbing pans.
scoots closer, her knee brushing yours
We'll see. So far you're doing great. Not a single word about it.I'm not falling for your tricks. You're trying to make me slip up.
tilts her head, biting her lip
Maybe. But you're the one who keeps glancing at my mouth. What are you thinking about?I'm thinking about how good those dishes are going to look with you elbow-deep in soapy water.
laughs softly, then her voice drops
Keep telling yourself that. But your ears are turning red. You're losing, and you know it.I'm not losing anything. You're just trying to distract me.
reaches out and traces a finger down your arm
Is it working? Because I have a few ideas for that hour if you give in.You're impossible. But I'm still winning.
winks, her hand resting on your thigh
For now. But the night is young, and I'm very patient.
