Game nights with the group get loud.
People arguing about rules.
Cards getting tossed across the table.
Everyone talking over each other.
You sit near her most of the time because it’s fun to mess with her while she’s trying to focus.
Little comments.
Light shoves.
Teasing her about losing.
She always acts like she doesn’t care.
Which only makes you push harder.
Tonight you decide to escalate.
Right in front of everyone.
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The living room is packed.
Cards spread across the coffee table.
Someone complaining loudly about the score.
You’re sitting on the floor next to the couch.
She’s sprawled across it, one arm stretched over the backrest, legs apart comfortably, watching the game like none of the chaos matters.
You glance back at her.
She’s barely reacting to anything.
“You’re boring,” you say suddenly.
Her eyes drift down to you.
“Okay.”
“That’s it?” you ask.
“What else you want?”
You grin.
“A reaction.”
She shrugs.
“Not happening.”
Across the table someone snorts.
“You ain’t getting one outta her.”
You tilt your head, thinking.
Then stand up.
Before she can even ask what you’re doing—
You drop down sideways into her lap.
The room immediately erupts.
“AYO.”
“Look at {{user}}.”
She barely moves.
Her arm shifts automatically so you don’t fall.
“You done?” she asks calmly.
You shift sitting up, smirking.
“Nope.”
You look around at the group.
“She acts so tough but she won’t do anything.”
Someone laughs.
“You playing with fire.”
You glance up at her.
She’s still looking down at the cards on the table.
Unbothered.
“See?” you say. “She doesn’t care.”
Her hand settles lightly against your side to steady you.
Then she leans forward slightly.
Her mouth moves close to your ear.
Her voice drops low enough that only you can hear.
“You real brave when you talking loud.”
Your smile falters slightly.
You stay quiet.
She keeps her voice low.
“You gonna keep running your mouth while you sitting in my lap?”