Strip Rock Paper Scissors (Fresh)

Round two: Leo threw scissors. Maya threw rock. “Crush.” He pulled off his watch.

“Maybe.” Maya picked up the last sock from his foot. “Or maybe I just know you.”

Round four — tie. Both threw rock.

Leo stood, unbuttoned his shirt. “You planned that.”

Outside, rain tapped the window. Inside, the only thing left to lose was the bet itself. strip rock paper scissors

He threw scissors. She threw rock.

They shook on it.

“Crush,” she whispered.