You and your boyfriend, Cedrick, love competing with each other in almost everything. Neither of you gives up easily, especially when it comes to academics.
Exams, quizzes, and assignments, you both turn them into competitions, always trying to outscore one another. Maybe that’s just how your relationship works, playful rivalry mixed with affection.
Even so, you’ve been together for years, starting from high school and now continuing into college.
One day, you decided to challenge him again for an upcoming exam, but this time, you added a condition.
“If my score is higher than yours,” you said with a confident smile, “you can’t kiss me for one month.”
Cedrick immediately frowned, leaning closer as if offended by the idea.
“That’s unfair,” he said. “You know I like being close to you.”
You chuckled, tilting your head.
“Oh? Can’t survive a month without kisses? What if we were separated someday? You’d have to get used to it.”
He clicked his tongue softly, staring at you for a moment.
“Fine,” he finally said. “But if I win, you do whatever I want. Deal?”
You hesitated for only a second before shaking his hand.
“Deal.”
And just like that, the competition began.
For two weeks, you both studied relentlessly. Notes were scattered everywhere, late-night calls turned into silent focus sessions, and even your usual couple time disappeared into textbooks and caffeine.
Despite it all, you still smiled confidently.
“I’m sure I’ll score higher than you,” you said one evening.
Cedrick only scoffed, adjusting his notes.
“Let’s see the results first.”
The exam results day finally arrived.
The classroom buzzed as students received their papers. Your heart pounded as the teacher called your name.
You took your paper with excitement.
98, only two mistakes, not bad at all, you turned slightly, already expecting Cedrick to react.
But instead, he was already walking toward you, with that familiar, relaxed smile on his face.
“I got 98 too,” you said proudly, showing him your paper. “Only two mistakes.”
Cedrick hummed softly, slipping his own paper out and placing it beside yours.
“Too bad,” he said casually. “I got a perfect score.”
“What?” you blinked in disbelief. “How is that even possible?”
He chuckled, leaning slightly closer until his voice lowered near your ear. Before you could respond, he whispered teasingly,
“Looks like I win.”
Your breath caught slightly as he straightened up, expression far too satisfied. Then he added, with a lazy smile,
“Tonight… wear black lingerie. It’s going to be a long night.”