The Handcuff Game

Chapter 8 - Butter Up

10 minutes – that's all I could hold it for. Suddenly, I wished adult diapers were more common.

"What's wrong?" Alec asked.

I bit my lip, mentally preparing myself for his childish response, "I- I have to pee."

Hi mouth dropped as a sly smile played on his lips, "Finally!"

I slapped his arm with my free hand and sighed. This was going to be hell. How was I supposed to...sit?

***

Alec was bawling with laughter as we sat back on the couch, my face red as a tomato.

"Shut up!" I growled.

"You-you fell." He was cracking up and I was still squirming from the feeling of my hand being unsanitized, even though I had washed it eight times.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I grabbed the two pizzas we ordered and paid the man. Yes, two pizzas. Alec insisted he was going to eat a whole one by himself.

Idiot.

"So, about the bathroom-." Alec smirked and my face paled.

"We don't speak of it to anyone. In fact, I don't even know what you're referring to." I crossed my arms, then instantly released when I realized Alec's hand was extremely close to my chest.

He held his hands up in defense, choosing to ignore the small brush with my body, "Hey, you're the one who somehow splashed their hand in the toilet."

I groaned and snatched a piece of pizza with my hand...yes, the one that still felt dirty. Ugh.

"And you're the one being a jerk about it." I grumbled.

"Don't be so sensitive."

"Don't be such an ass."

I rolled my eyes, "Can we please talk about the cuffs? We need to get these off."

"Sweetheart, if you haven't noticed, it's a Friday. We have plenty of time to figure this out."

"Well, I rather get them off sooner than later." I said taking a bite of my slice and snatching the remote. I was not watching football while eating. Eating dinner was a sacred time for me, and if I was eating pizza, I was watching what I wanted to watch.

He made a small little grunting noise, but didn't protest, "What's your hurry? Most girls would love being cuffed to me."

"Yeah, well you're talking to the girl who doesn't care about you or Brin or your superiority complexes."

He rolled his eyes and flashed a smile, revealing an adorable dimple, "You're weird."

I bit my lip, trying not to lash out. "And you're a jerk."

He shrugged, "I might be a jerk, but at least I have manners."

I rose an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He leaned closer his, somehow even after pizza, faint minty breath reaching my nose in half a second. How is that fair? He just ate pizza and still has nice breath?

"You owe men an apology from all those years ago." He stated plainly.

I smirked at the memory, "Aw, was your rich boy feelings hurt? I'm so sorry." I put an emphasis on "so" to really communicate the sarcasm.

He scoffed, "Hardly, I just think you were a little rude exploding at me like that."

I gawked at him, "It was a group project, Alec. You wouldn't help us with the posters or the writing. Get over yourself already. You're no better than anyone else."