The game started after a stubborn outburst: he'll definitely make you fall for him before he falls for you. And he'll never fall for you.

That's what he had proudly declared months ago, though he's not so sure now. He isn't sure how long he can hide the hitch of his breath when your hands accidentally brush or the way he had seeked every little excuse to see you, but he'll be damned if he let his feelings slip before he made you fall for him first.

"Hey, you're still not in love with me yet?" He sneers, nudging you with his elbow. "It won't take long, you know? You'll love me just like all the other witless ladies I've been with. You'll see."