She looked up into his eyes and something in her seemed to click.
"I hate you," she clarified.
"Yes."
"This doesn't mean anything." Again, she was clarifying.
"I'm aware."
She nodded, her stomach fluttering with butterflies, and her heart pounding in her chest.
He was looking at her like she was dinner. Or worse. Desert.
His eyes seemed to removed layer and layer of what she was hiding behind.
She knew he would be disappointed. A smile curbed his lips.
Full, sensuous lips that made her want to bite her own.
Yes. She hated him. A lot.
But he was hot.
His white t-shirt hugged his chest closely and she felt a bit uncomfortable being forced to be so close to his body, the heat emanating from his body.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice husky.
"About space." It was mostly true. Just not outer space and stars and rockets like he seemed to think when he nodded, understanding.
She could see it, he would fake it for a long time and then as they were getting close to the end, smiling and being polite about it, he would let loose and she'd win out in the end, manipulating him into doing her bidding.
She smiled.
He smiled.
"I'm feeling like this might work," he said, a line between his eyebrows. Perfect telltale sign. He was nervous.
Good. So was she. It was a lot to lose to a guy like him. He was a player, and she knew it.
"All right. Show me."
He took a deep breath and put his cards on the table. She laughed. And then put her own on the table. "Full house."
He swore and she raked the chips to her. She'd won and now he was going to clean the bathroom. Finally!