“You remember the rules right?” Rafe asks, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Loser takes whatever punishment the winner doles out”

“I’m aware. I’m already picturing all the embracing things I’m going to make you do when I win” You stare him down across the beer pong table, letting him know you mean business.

Rafe’s eyes gleamed with determination at your comment. He was surprising himself with how much he was enjoying this. He’d forgotten how easy the banter was between the two of you.

“You can try, Princess. But we both know I’m going to come out on top” He smirked as the words left his lips. There was a hint of a double meaning in the statement. A subtle hint that he wouldn’t mind having you underneath him at some point.

“Yeah, yeah” you roll your eyes at your ex. You were determined to wipe that cocky expression off of his face. You were both drunk, and even if you were tipsy enough to be enjoying his company at the moment, you knew that feeling was unlikely to last. “We’ll just see who ends up on top”

was it over then?

“You’re going to be real disappointed when you lose” Rafe promised, his smirk growing as he looked at you.

“Take your shot” you press your hands on the table, leaning forward just enough to flash more of your cleavage in an attempt to distract him.

“You are such a damn tease, you know that?” His eyes immediately dropped to your cleavage. The sight enough to make his heart thump faster in his chest. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, but he still managed to pull himself together enough to toss the ball in his hand.

The ball sailed through the air and landed in one of the cups on your side, a clear sign that he meant business. Suddenly you weren’t so confident about your chances. And you were wondering exactly what Rafe was planning to claim from you as his prize for winning.

and is it over now?