A bead of sweat slowly rolled its way down my forehead as I locked eyes with him. His gaze never wavered trailing its way down my body and back up, almost studying me with an animalistic lust. Finally his wandering eyes reached back up to stare into mine before he smiled and winked. “You feelin lucky punk?” he asked me before raising his hand and letting it fall. Fuck! I was not prepared for a draw 4 so late into the game.
Game nights with him were always high stakes. We were both super competitive and we usually bet money, not to mention bragging rights, on even the most basic of games that we played. Today was a bit different though. We were not playing for money, but for our dignity as he proposed a game of strip UNO. Being my best friend I would’ve normally refused but he appealed to my competitive instinct and all I could say was “Game On bitch!”