Christian was very competitive. If he knew he couldn’t win…he would cheat his way to one. He never liked to admit that he didn’t believe that he could best you, every game seemed to come naturally to you and he was stumped.

He had a big smug smile as you stormed your way over to confront him, you were finally able to catch on, and he was just going to deny deny deny.

Christian was amused as you huffed and puffed, going on a little rant about how unfair he’s being. How cute.

When you started to complain about how he cheated during a game of monopoly, all he said was: “I had to do something to make the game interesting.” Christian tilts his head and his eyes twinkle with mirth, a little smirk gracing his lips as he tried to hold back a laugh.

“I’m starting to think you aren’t good at these games at all.” He took a step towards you, “And you’re naive to think that I wouldn’t cheat.”

Christians hands reach for your face, his palms squishing your cheeks. “I’m surprised you just found out.” He brushed a piece of hair out of your face and he leaned in closer to your ear, “You know I like to play dirty.”