“This feels like a good time for a bet. You think you can get any guy to leave with you?” She smiles, all perfect glossy lips and white teeth. “Easily.” “There’s that cocky girl I know.” She scoffs. “There’s nothing cocky about it. It’s a fact.” “Right, of course,” I tease. “You don’t believe me?” I take a long drink of my Sprite, enjoying how she watches me with hot determination. “It’s not about believing you. I just think you might be rustier than you think.”
