Chapter 222

“It’s called a game. Ever play one of those before?” I tap my finger on the spinner. “We can even make a bet out of it. If I win, you have to keep dating me until either you or I decide we don’t like each other. If you win, you can decide whether or not to keep dating me, regardless of reason.”

Tristan narrows his eyes and tosses the spinner on the bed.

“I don’t have time for this. My dad’s going to be here in less than an hour.

You need to go.”

“I’m not leaving until you play with me. It’s a quick game. Easy, too. Or are you afraid I’m going to kick your ass?” I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down.

“I can always pick you up, carry you out of my room, and lock the door.” “Yeah, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?” I ask, and Tristan scowls.

“Fine.” He flicks the spinner with his finger and ends up with an arrow pointed towards the red part of the circle, and in the fourth of the board that indicates the foot. “Now what?”

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