Strictly Platonic

"Give it your best shot, Kass." Ian snorted with laughter, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. "You're such a fucking child," I fake scoffed.

Ian sat on the edge of the bed where he let his legs dangle off the side. He had the biggest, dorkiest smile plastered on his face. I got on the bed and slowly crawled onto Ian's lap, straddling him. His smile was unwavering and his green eyes on me the entire time.
I can't believe I was about to actually do this.
Fuck.
Never make a bet with a Gallagher.