"Is that a bet?"
"Is what a bet?" Louis asks, distracted by the way Edward shakes out his hair and sweeps his bangs away from his face. Louis will admit, their shared face is an attractive one. Sharp jaw, plump lips, forest green eyes.
"That you can pull anyone?" Mike continues, smirk spreading into an outright evil grin.
"A bet shouldn't be so easy," Louis brags on.
"Fine, I'll make it harder for you then. I bet you can't fuck all three Styles triplets," he finishes, eyeing Louis with mirth.