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“Wanna bet?”
He smirked. “What do you wanna bet?”
“The loser has to cook for a week,” I suggested.
“I have a better suggestion.” He moved forward and gave me a challenging stare. “A massage. The price should be a massage.”
“You mean like a back rub?”
He shrugged. “Make up your mind… she’s about to start.”
My eyes were glued to the screen as the tiny woman rolled her shoulders and prepared to start racing.
“Okay, I’m in,” I said and sat on the edge of my seat holding my breath and cheering on the inside for this female Ninja Warrior who was completely focused as she jumped, climbed, and pulled herself through monstrous obstacles to prove to herself and the world that women can do this too.
“You got this,” I called out loud when she moved back to maximize the runway and get enough speed to run up a steeply curving wall that was sixteen feet high.
“There’s no way she can do that,” Gabriel said, and unfortunately he was right.
While the audience applauded the woman for trying her best I turned to look at Gabriel, who was watching me with a smug smile on his face.
“Okay… you win. So where do you want your massage?” I asked.
I got my answer when he got up and moved into his bedroom, stripping out of his shirt on the way.
“Do you have some lotion?” I asked.
Without talking he found lotion and pointed to the bed. “Lie down.”
“Why?… I lost, so I’m giving you the massage,” I said.
“I never said I wanted a massage if I won.”
“You said the price was a massage.”
He nodded. “In my case, I prefer to give it, so for the next hour, you will allow me to massage you.”
