Lion Head Mesa If it was never yours to begin with, take it anyway

She half-heartedly bared her teeth at him with a shake of her head, the bite nothing worse than anything either have already traded. All part of the game.

Their game.

Her throaty laugh was dark and antagonizing, “I would never dream of stopping you.” His face being mere inches from hers, she stepped to meet him, cutting off his crowding with a bit of her own, her words ending in a whisper. “So, do it.”

A call to his bluff—maybe. If he wanted to throw all of his cards on the table like that, she might as well call it. 

Last minute, she backpedaled, because his eyes were saying all the right things at the wrong time. “But, I’m not willing to share you. Not yet.” Or, ever. Not until he was truly all in.