Jamie had a sneaking suspicion about your sudden persistence in winning that bet he proposed. He was simply doing it for the love of the game. You, on the other hand, were gunning for victory. Literally.

Not to say he doubted your abilities in doing anything, he knew you were capable of many things. Some, he probably didn’t know about, but definitely looking forward to learning.

Now, with you in his lap with the focus of a heart surgeon, it was one bet he didn’t quite mind losing. His bed was now your operating table. Your hands steady as you calmly drew on his eyeliner with utmost precision.

— “Relax, I’m not going anywhere just yet, you’re waaay too tense for this to be your prize.”

He teased as he calmly adjusted your position, rumbling the sheets of his bed slightly as his grin widened proportionally.