Tempting you
His hair was mussed, his glasses askew, and yet he still had that infuriating smirk plastered on his face.
“You ready to give up?” he hiccupped, his words barely holding together.
“You... wish,” I shot back, pointing at him—or maybe someone near him. “You’re going down. You and... all your... strategy books.”
Tom chimed in again, the devil on both our shoulders. “One more round, boys! The last one standing takes the crown!”
If my vision wasn’t swimming, I might’ve told him to shove that crown somewhere unpleasant. But instead, I grabbed the final shot, tipped it back, and tried not to think about how gravity suddenly felt ten times stronger.
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