She steps right up to me, our bodies only an inch from each other’s.
"How about a game?" she suggests.
"Uh…"
"I take out your last few cans, and I get to do what I want. I miss even one, and I'll leave you to your pity party."
"N-no, this isn't—"
She shakes her head, looking up at me with a small smile playing on her lips.
Fuck, she's beautiful. Up close I can see that her hair is blonde, but not just blonde. It’s almost white. She's got the longest eyelashes I think I've ever seen, her skin looks flawless, and her lips… fuck. I bite down on my bottom one as I imagine what they might taste like.
"So, what do you say?" she asks innocently, although the glint in her eye and the fact that she's standing before me without any hesitation tells me that she's anything but. An innocent girl would have run. Hell, an innocent girl wouldn't be walking through a deserted graveyard in the middle of the night.
I lower my eyes to her body. She's wearing a tank and a short skirt. Although it's been a scorching hot day, I'm surprised she’s not feeling a little cool right now, but she doesn't look bothered in the slightest.
"Okay," I agree, finding her light eyes once more. I can't make out the colour, but I know I could easily get lost in them. I drop my eyes once more and take a step closer. "I think I’ve already changed my mind about what I want when I win.”
"It would be wise if you didn't underestimate me." She closes the last bit of space between us, her breasts brushing my chest, making my breath catch in my throat.
Girl's got balls, I'll give her that.
Her fingers skim down my arm before sliding against mine to take my gun.
Our eyes remain locked, something I've never experienced before crackling between us as the heat of her body burns through my hoodie, making my temperature soar.
"Get ready to lose."
She slips around me, her feet crunching the fallen leaves underfoot.
By the time I turn around, she's sitting exactly where I was earlier with her back against the headstone and her eyes focused on the cans that are remaining on the wall.
With her long bare legs stretched out in front of her, she lifts her arm and aims the gun at my remaining targets.
I'm instantly hard.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through my hair, knocking my hood off my head and wrapping my hand around the back of my neck, wondering if this is even real.
Did the joint I smoked a few hours ago have some weird shit in it? Am I hallucinating? Because this girl can't be fucking real. She fucking can't be.
I'm so lost in my own thoughts that when she fires, my entire body jolts, my heart jumping into my throat as I rip my eyes from her to see if she actually hit anything.
Before I can find the missing can, she fires again, and I just about catch that one falling over the back of the wall.
Holy shit.
She fires again and again, taking out each can like a pro.
By the time I turn my stare back to her, she's up from the cool ground and walking toward me, my pistol hanging from her fingers.
No words are said, but I can read the I told you so on the tip of her tongue.
"You're going to need to do more than that to impress me, sweetheart." My eyes leisurely trail down her body, lingering on her full breasts straining against her tank.
"I don't go out of my way to impress anyone, sweetheart."
My cock jumps at her confidence, at her gives-zero-fucks attitude. It's so refreshing and nothing like the girls I'm used to spending time with. The girls at school are all for impressing us, desperate to be exactly what we need. They might be hot, sure. But it's only skin deep.