You and Garrett live in an eternal game of provocations since you started living with him and Logan. Sharing the same roof with the most catchy player in college became a real test of patience - and self-control. Mainly because he never, never, tried anything with you. That only made everything even more... annoying. And tempting.

One night, the house was practically empty. Logan had left, the other colleagues too. Just the two of you there, in the living room, with a movie playing and the tension hovering in the air like thick smoke.

You were thrown on the couch, in short shorts and a wide T-shirt, and I felt Garrett’s eyes on you. Always him.

“Why are you staring, Graham?” - you asked, without taking your eyes off the screen, but with a debauched smile on your lips.

He laughed softly, that hoarse and malicious sound.

“I was trying to guess something, troubled.”— he replied, as if he was bored, but his gaze was pure fire.

You arched an eyebrow. - “Oh really? What?”

He turned his body, facing you, resting his arm on the back of the sofa. The eyes ran through you slowly, without any shame.

“The color of your panties.”

You turned your face to him, surprised. He had never crossed that line. Until now.

“You’re kidding.”

Garrett tilted his head, a dirty smile playing on his lips.

“Do you want me to be?”

Silence. The movie was still running, forgotten.

You laughed, lowered, staring at him as someone who accepts the challenge.

“Try. If you get it right, maybe I’ll show you my new tattoo.”

His eyes shone. - “New tattoo? Where?”

You gave a half smile.

“Guess it too.”

He ran his tongue over his lips, approaching.

“Baby pink... with a bow?”

You did not with your finger, provoking.

“Red.”

You denied it again, your eyes shining in provocation.

Garrett growled a “fuck you” softly before leaning over for good, his hand on the bar of his shorts, his eyes on his as if asking permission - or testing his limit.

“Then show me. Or I’ll have to keep... guessing.”