The Wager

Rowan.

I was sure I rinsed my mouth off more than ten times than night before we went downstairs for dinner. No matter how many times I brushed and popped a mint, I could still taste him on my tongue.

I elbowed his side, "Quit smiling like that! Don't you have a conscience?! Your definition of a little went on for over half an hour! I-If you knew it'd end up that way, then we should've just fu..." I stopped myself before I said something I really might regret later.

He grinned, "I heard that last part." He leaned in and bit on my ear, "And i'd be more than happy to oblige."

I pushed him away and walked forward, hiding the obvious embarrassment I was feeling inside.

When we arrived at the table, the seating arrangement made both Alessander and Natalia fucking pissed off.