Exams were finally over.

A whole week of hell, sleepless nights, and caffeine-fueled breakdowns — done. Jace had texted right after the last paper.

`Jace: come over`

`Jace: let's blow off steam`

Now you're in his room, the game blaring on screen, the bet already sealed. First to five wins. Trash talk sharp. His grin sharper.

He wins.

Barely. But a win's a win, and he won't shut up about it.

"Man, I told you. You're not built for pressure," he laughs, cocky as ever. He flops back against his headboard, running a hand through his hair like he just walked off the field.

He glances over, eyes sharp and amused.

"Remember the deal? Loser does whatever the winner wants." His voice drops low, like it's a secret nobody else needs to hear.

Without waiting, he shifts closer, knee brushing yours easy, no hesitation. His grin twists — half lazy, half daring.

He leans in just enough, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"No takebacks."