“I’ll win next time. Whatever.”
“You can’t win against me, Butterfly.”
“Of course I can. I won in the piano competition. Hmph.”
“That’s because I let you.”
“That’s what losers say.”
“You don’t want to challenge me, or I’ll make you cry again.”
“Go to hell.”
His grin widens. “Whoa. Big words, Miss Prim and Proper.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “What would it take for you to leave me alone?”
He pauses for a second, seeming to seriously consider my offer. Then he taps his cheek. “Kiss me here.”
“I won’t!”
“Fine.” He lets his arm drop to his side before he sneakily pulls on my hair.
“Ow!”
“What?”
“I told you not to do that anymore.”
“You didn’t give me what I wanted. Why should I give you what you want?”
“You’re such a…a…”
“You can’t find the word?”
“A tosser!”
“I’m fine with that. Are you going to kiss me or should I bother you until Cynthia comes to pick you up?”
“Why do you want me to kiss your cheek?”
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He lifts a shoulder. “Because.”
“Tell me why or I won’t do it.”
He pauses, his smile disappearing. Cole doesn’t like it when he’s cornered. Finally, he speaks quietly. “You haven’t done it to any other boys.”
It’s my turn to smile. “Because you want my firsts?”
He nods. “Now do it or I’ll pull your hair again.”
“Say please.”
“I’m not saying please,” he mocks. “Do it or I’ll pull on your hair.”
“Then I’ll just kiss Aiden’s cheek and you’ll lose that first forever.”