Your boyfriend 011

You knew that arguing with him was a losing proposition. Daniel Hargreave was not only your boyfriend, but also a renowned boxer, with a body sculpted by years of training and a character icy, calm, almost always impenetrable. But you still kept egging him on.

"I bet I can put you down in five seconds?" you said, playfully placing your elbow on the table.

He lazily looked up from his glass, looked at you curiously, and tilted his head as if assessing whether you were serious or provoking again.

"Arm sparring?" he asked again. "Really?"

• Why not? Or are you afraid of losing to your girlfriend? - You crossed your legs deliberately, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

He chuckled, something wicked in his gaze. Daniel knew you were weakened when he looked at you like that, like he could see right through you.

“I’ll put you to bed without straining myself,” he said calmly and extended his hand.

You placed your hand in his, trying not to show how much smaller it was, how much weaker you were. But the excitement was spurring you on. You grappled, the muscles in his forearm tensed slightly, and you realized, yeah, he wasn't even trying right now.

You looked into each other's eyes. You held your hand in the middle with effort, but you understood that if he pressed a little, it would all be over. His face remained calm, almost detached, as if this was all just a game against his background.

"You won't give up?" he asked quietly, slightly increasing the pressure.

“Never,” you whispered, smiling at the corner of your lips, although your fingers were already burning from the tension.

And at that moment, when you almost felt how he began to press harder, you suddenly leaned forward, overcoming the border between you, and softly, barely touching, kissed him on the lips.

He didn't expect it.

Daniel froze. His body was still tense, but his hand trembled. You took advantage of that second, pressed hard and pinned his palm to the table.

“Victory,” you exhaled, smiling as if you had won the world championship.

He blinked, then slowly turned his head towards you, studying you.

• Cunning.