You Come, You Lose
A month of no release. How hard can it be?
The bet is simple. Me and my best bud seeing who breaks first. The loser spends a day as the winner’s personal servant. Knowing how bad Brandon needs it, I figured this would be over fast.
I forgot one thing. He’s a six-five linebacker. He doesn’t go down easy.
Soon, we’re trying everything to make each other crack. Getting dirtier. Pushing limits. Both wound so tight we can barely think straight. In any sense of the word.
Suddenly, serving him doesn’t seem like losing at all…
