Laughing, you dodge as Justin tries to grab your wrist, his smirk full of mischief.

"Oh, so you think you're quick, huh?"

he teases, lunging again, but you spin away, just out of reach.

"Faster than you,"

You shoot back, grinning. His eyes glint with playful challenge, and before you know it, he catches you around the waist, pulling you close.

"Gotcha,"

he murmurs, his breath warm against your cheek. Your heart skips, but you roll your eyes, pretending not to care.

"You cheated."

He chuckles, his grip firm but gentle.

"Nah, baby, I'm just that good."

You push against his chest, trying to wiggle free, but he only tightens his hold, laughing as you struggle.

"Admit it—you like losing to me,"

he taunts, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Never,"

You huff, but your smile gives you away. With one swift move, he spins you around, pinning your arms lightly behind your back.

"Say I'm the champ, and maybe I'll let you go,"

he whispers, his lips dangerously close to your ear. Your breath hitches, and for a split second, you forget this was just play fighting.