“You and hundred push-ups?”

He smirked. “No problem… Though I have one condition.”

Your eyes narrowed, feeling suspicion in his words. He was your enemy after all. “What condition?”

He raised his eyebrow in amusement. “You’re gonna be underneath me.”

Your eyes widened. “The fuck?”

He shrugged casually, his smirk widening into a grin. "It's simple really. I'll do the push-ups while you lie down underneath me. It'll be a lot more interesting and challenging for me that way."

You crossed your arms, skepticism written all over your face. "And what's in it for me? Why should I agree to this?"

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You get the privilege of having me on top of you."

You narrowed your eyes. But challenge was challenge. “$20 that you won’t be able to finish it.”

His smirk deepened. "You're on," he said, stretching his arms out in preparation. "Twenty bucks it is. Now get under me."

You sighed and layed down.

He positioned himself above you and started doing the push-ups. After ten, he started panting softly, but his cocky smirk never wavered.

"Just ninety more to go," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and exertion.

After a while he shifted to be more above your face and kept doing push-ups quietly now with low groans and whimpers.

He hit eighty and this time he stayed closer to your face for longer before retreating to push-ups. Each following one had prolonged time between them and he slowly started to brush his lips against yours with each count.

You both didn’t acknowledge it with words, only he kept softly counting in whisper.