Tough Love - Chris Sturniolo

Final Wager

Chris

"Wanna shower with me?"

I tipped my head to look at her.

"What the fuck do you think?" I replied. She rolled her eyes at my response.

"You could just say yes, you know," she started. Always with the attitude.

"Holy fuck, you always got something to say," I said with a smile, resting my head back to the mattress and looking up at the ceiling.

"Well don't be such a smart ass and I'd have a lot less," she replied.

"Yeah but where's the fun in that?" I asked.

"Agreed. And I do love pissing you off," she admitted.

"You never piss me off," I argued. "But you are a little bully," I teased her.

"No the fuck I'm not!" She denied, sitting up and looking at me in surpise.

"Yeah the fuck you are! You're always giving me shit," I laughed. I didn't actually mind it, I was just playing.

"Well you seem to like it so..." she thought for a moment, "don't expect it to stop anytime soon."

"I don't expect anything we do to stop anytime soon," I commented, reaching up to touch her face and hoping she'd catch my drift.

"Is that so?" She asked, removing my hand and rising from the bed. She was still completely naked and I soaked it all in.

"Yeah, that's so," I replied. I stood from the bed as well and followed her to the bathroom. "You're my girlfriend now, better start getting used to it." She stopped suddenly and turned around to look at me.

"Girlfriend?!" She questioned in a tone like she was pissed off just hearing the word, and my heart dropped for a moment, but I pulled it together. I wasn't about to be rejected while I was naked.

"Yeah, girlfriend. After everything we just said and everything we just did, you still think you're not my girlfriend?" I asked, genuinely confused at how she could think we were anything else.

"I think you're supposed to ask me if I want that title," she challenged, then turned to continue heading into the bathroom.

"Alright then, Stasia," I said, following her in and crowding her against the counter. "Will you be my girlfriend?" My heart beat harder at the question. I was 99% sure she'd say yes, but with Stasia, she kept me on my toes, and I didn't always know what the hell she was gunna say next.

"Wanna bet me for it?" she proposed. Case in point. I never knew what was coming with this girl.

"What are we betting on?" I asked, not actually willing to risk it on a bet, but curious where she was going with this.

"I heard you didn't score in your last game," she said. Another case in point. This girl was a god damn mystery.

"Who told you that?" I questioned.

"Not relevant," she replied.

"No, I didn't score in my last game," I confirmed.

"Alright, well if you score in your next game, you can be my boyfriend," she said.

"I'll score a fucking hat trick if that's what you want," I teased, and she smirked, wrapping her arms around my neck. "And what if I don't score at all? What do you get?"

"That's not my end of the bet. Mine is if I score in my next game," she changed up the stakes.

"Interesting, but you've scored in every game, so that's kind of a given, isn't it?"