Page 157 of Only With You

I stifle a laugh. “You may want to rethink that.”

“Afraid you’ll lose?” she taunts. A confident gleam sets in her eyes.

“I never lose.”

“Right,” she drawls sarcastically. “So, yes or no?”

I muse over it as I cut into my pancakes, but relent. “Okay, and it better not be anything lame. Make it good and worth my time.”

She rolls her eyes vexedly, but I see the tiny crack on her lips. “If I pass my final exam, you have to get that tattooed on your neck.”

I should have seen that coming, but somehow, it still blindsided me. That’s what I get for running my mouth.

“Okay.” I drum my fingers along the table. “But you have to make a ninety-five, and I also have to get something out of this if you don’t.”

“Wait, no, you’re not going to set the rules. I’m the one who came up with the bet,” she argues, glowering at me.

I shrug, indifferent about it. “Don’t care.”

“God, you’re an ass.” She holds my stare as stabs her pancakes.

I smirk at that. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m confident you’ll pass.”

She bashfully smiles. “Yeah, thanks to you again. If it weren’t for you, I would have failed again.”

“What I said earlier, you passing wasn’t because of me. You did that on your own, and I wish you’d see it, because I do.”

Everything I said was all in the heat of the moment because she gets off on it, but I didn’t mean it. And I really hope she doesn’t believe it was because of me. I just taught her a different method of getting the answer, but she did everything. She doesn’t see it because she’s too caught up trying to make the perfect grade, but she’s smart.

“You say that, but should I remind you that I failed this class before? I’m just not?—”

“You’re so smart and I’m going to need you to believe that because I do. Failing once, twice, or more doesn’t mean anything. There are things that factor into the reason why you failed, but it doesn’t mean you’re not smart. We all have different ways of learning.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear. “You think so?”

“I know so. You’re a pain in my arse, but you’re smart.”

That draws a laugh from her, and she kicks my ankle. “I really can’t stand you.”

Setting my fork down, I grab her knees and place them between my legs, locking them before she can do it again because I know she will.

“Do you want me to remind you what I wrote on you?”

She flushes. “Shut up.”

“If you don’t pass, you have to get one of those words tattooed on your body and I get to pick which one.”

Her eyes go round and she tries to pull her legs away, but I don’t let her. “No, absolutely not.”

I know she’s refusing because she knows which one of the two I’ll pick.

I really likeLandon Taylor’s property, butLandon Taylor’s cum slutmight be the winner. That one I wrote just below her hip line. It’d never be visible to anyone unless she doesn’t have any panties on.

When she knows I won’t relent, she blows a harsh breath. “That’s a bit extreme and you know it. I’ll get something tattooed but not those.”

“Take it or leave it.” I hold her hardened stare.

She considers it, but when her gaze drifts out the window next to us, her eyes brighten and she slyly smirks. “I want to change my bet. If I pass and make over a ninety-five, you let me drive your car.”

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