“ Double or nothing —– ” Repeating words tread DOUBT ‘pon rosen lips, soiling triumph’s wake. A nonchalant spectacle he makes for, bolstered by PRIDE’S kiss on bronzen skin ; it’s the startled ego induced on a whim, carved to alabastrine phalanges && it’s iron grip on the steering wheel. Her poisonous lilt makes him ponder, a siren’s contriving whisper against mundane ears, acerbic yet beguiling ‘til he’s coaxed into falling under persuasion.
“ Yes to EVERYTHING? It’s like you’re askin’ for a steamy night with either a girl or a guy in bed. Or maybe BOTH. ” Hesitation, though counterfeit confidence resurfaces ‘fore her penchant gaze sees through the crevices of his armour. “ Y’know what? You got yourself a DEAL. ”