When I got up the next morning Brock was already gone. I grumbled and rubbed my face. Was last night a dream? But no, I was sadly mistaken. Brock walked out in just his underwear and I shielded my eyes. "So ready to lose this game already? How not surprising." He said as he slipped past me. "Not so fast" I said, attempting to prance over to him. Sadly (and embarrassing) I tripped and fell flat on my face. "You are quite clumsy," He laughed. "Shut up" I grumbled, getting to my feet. My face was flushed and I tried to sneak past him. "I don't think so." He grabbed my wrist, spinning me back towards him and my face collided with his chest. I started up at him, blinking through my lashes. "Something wrong?" He asked. "Nope." I responded, lifting my arms over his shoulders. He was so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. He stared at me curiously and my heart began beating faster. It felt like hours had gone by before one of us spoke. "So, wanna get dinner tonight. So I can claim my victory of course. New plan, we see who falls for the other first and the loser has to admit defeat and be the other's little bitch." Phew. I thought he was going to ask me out for a second there. This plan doesn't sound too bad. I'd love to have him under my power. Being my bitch. Plus, how hard could it be to not fall for a douchebag. "Deal" I said, drawing back to shake his hand.
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A Little Game
RomanceA quick moving enemies to lovers book. Featuring two high school students stuck staying together on a school trip in a hotel. In the same room, and same bed....
