@thcquixotic | x
“Oh wow.” He hadn’t been full on sure about his own hand, but the whole trying to stare him down into backing out of the fight had him push for it anyway because she still had more to lose than him, or, less in this case. He may or may not posses a competitive streak. Daniel almost felt bad, just almost with him sitting there with his pants still on and all else discarded to the side, half surprised over the win himself, but the victorious smile was soon to frame features.
“Awh don’t be like that, it was one game! I’ll let you win next time?” He offered a placating grin, all the while not really intending to keep that promise. It had been hard to keep his eyes off before, for the sake of common courtesy, never let it be said Daniel wasn’t a gentleman, but now with the shirt off he wasn’t even gonna try to pretend he wasn’t staring. It was all in appreciation though. “Far as I’m concerned, you’re the winner here.” Teeth graced bottom lip as he willed eyes to trail up to her face, voice a curious murmur, “I could make it up to you?” Innocent suggestion. Totally.
