"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me." Ophelia exclaims, trying to cover Max's eyes so he would let her pass him. "I told you. Princess peach and I are an amazing duo." He grins, ducking out of the way of her hand so he could see. "Stop that!" He says, using his foot to push her away from him. "No, no, no!" She groans as Max takes first place, winning the race with her following just behind in second. "How much do you play this?" She says, judgment clear in her voice, but the brunette only laughs. "Not much. I just have my strategies." He presses the button to start the next game, and Ophelia sinks back into the couch as she tries as hard as she can to beat him. "How are you even going that fast?" She complains, but as Max began to respond, the bathroom door opened. Of course, the bathroom was right next to the TV, so Ophelia's eyes drifted to the boy walking out before she could catch herself.
"This is not a good round for you, Lia." Max says, noticing that she was now in tenth place, but she wasn't paying attention to the game at all. She swallowed back any comments she would've said as Sam's eyes grazed up and down her body, sending about a million thoughts into her brain. "You good?" Max asks, looking over at her when he saw her car wasn't moving at all. He gives her a weird expression after following her gaze, "God damn, did something happen between you two?" He asks, setting his controller down and swiping his hand through the air between Sam and Ophelia, pretending to 'cut the tension with a knife'. "No." Ophelia says quickly, and the corner of Sam's mouth twitches into a smirk. "Right, I wasn't gonna bring this up, but..." Max narrows his eyes, "The other night at that party...Sam disappears, Ophelia gets a text, Ophelia disappears, ten minutes later, Sam and Ophelia return at the same exact time. If you guys hooked up, you can tell me." Max shrugs, crossing his arms. "Nothing happened. It was just a coincidence." Sam says, but he didn't sound convincing in the slightest.
"I'll be right back." Max says when his phone starts to ring, and Ophelia sighs. Max goes into the bathroom and locks the door. That was when Sam decided to make his advance, sitting down on the couch where Max had been. Ophelia looked straight forward, focusing on only the cars running in the game, because knowing Sam was sitting right next to her in nothing but a towel was about to drive her insane. His tan skin was glistening with the thin layer of water he hadn't dried off yet, and the thought of it made Ophelia's heart pound. "I know you can't stop thinking about me." Sam says, leaning in closer to her, tempting her to look at him. "The only thing I think about you is how fucking obnoxious you are." She says, crossing her arms, and still avoiding eye contact. "Why won't you look at me, then?" He runs his finger over her cheek, and she rolls her eyes. "Whatever you're doing... Stop." She turns to him, finally meeting his eyes. "I just want you to admit that you want more, and I'll leave you alone. I'm not gonna give you more, obviously, but I just wanna hear you say it." His voice was low, and she raised her eyebrows at him.
"You just think everyone and everything wants to fuck you. Please, for your own good, get over yourself." She was trying to ignore how close he was to her face, but the feeling of his breath on her skin made it next to impossible. "I never said that. And I don't think, I know you do. I'm the only person who's ever made you finish, but you're saying you don't want me to do it again?" He teases, his fingers starting to dance along her thigh. "I can do it myself now, thank you." She puts her hand over his, pushing it off of her. "Even if that is true, I know it doesn't feel anything like when I do it." He gives her a small grin, and she gives him a disgusted look in return. "What exactly is it that you want from me? Did you only do that so you could hold it over my head for the rest of my life?" He hums, as if pondering the question. "I did it because I felt bad. But holding it over your head is so much fun. Knowing you want me so bad, and I'm not into you at all."
"Oh, come on." Ophelia laughs dryly, "You act like you wouldn't fuck me in a million years, but there's no way you would be doing all of this shit if you weren't dying to. Whether you realize it or not, you'd probably give anything to have me moaning your name again." Her words rendered Sam speechless for a moment, and she grinned when she realized he had nothing to say. She had him right where she wanted him now. Ophelia snakes her hand onto his thigh, resting her fingers just below where the towel fell. "Say the word, and I'm yours." She mumbles into his ear. It wasn't true. Not after what he'd put her through. But him admitting he was into her could do wonders for her side of the argument. Sam was silent, but Ophelia noticed the way his breath faltered in his throat when she slid her hand a little further up his thigh. "You think too much of yourself." He says lowly, glancing down at her hand nervously. He didn't sound as confident in his insults as he usually did. "Is that the best you've got?" She pushes his towel up just a little to expose more of his skin, and his jaw clenches as he looks down at her, his eyes locking with hers.
