If I Fall

"Let's play a game."
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It was a simple bet. A game. Call it what you like.

The rules were simple: The first one to say 'I love you' loses.

I was confident that I'd win. Confident that she wouldn't be able to resist me. That I'd have her falling at my feet before the end of the year. And I was right.
The only problem was, I had fallen for her harder, and so much more painfully.

"What happens if you fall for me first?" she asked, seemingly intrigued. I smirked, "If I say I love you first, I'll go to the last football game dressed as a fairy princess and dance across the field." I finished. She smirked, liking the sound of that. "If I fall?" she then asked.
"You tell everyone how you were pathetic enough to beg at my feet to lose your virginity to me. After I take your virginity of course."

Her face paled. My smirk grew. "Oh honey, that's not even the best part. You become my personal slave." I conclude. She takes a shaky breath. I hold out my hand, she closes her eyes and puts her hand in mine. "You're on Callahan."