NO DRINKS FOR SVECH??? oh absolutely not! lets give him a lil dirty flirtini! "Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
19. “Let’s flip a coin. Heads, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.”
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“You look pretty lonely over here.”
You paused, the rim of your glass hovering just at your lips as you turned your head to find a familiar face grinning at you. In all honesty, you were surprised it had taken him as long as it did to come over, considering the fact his eyes had been glued to the second you walked into the bar.
“You been watching me?” You asked, despite knowing the answer.
“Maybe,” Andrei murmured, his cheeks rosy and pink from whatever drinks he had been nursing since the win earlier that night. It was a big one, one that deserved the boys heading out to a local bar and pretending like they didn’t have practice the next day. “Thought you’d come and say hi.”
Against your better judgement, your eyes flickered over to where the boy had been stationed for most of the night. Most of the players were sitting around or near the booth, along with a flurry of girls in a mix of jerseys that had followed them from the rink. You tried to not roll your eyes at the sight.
“You looked busy,” you answered eventually with a halfhearted shrug.
Andrei was grinning when you looked back at him. “Not fun when my favourite girl doesn’t talk to me, though.”
You tried to ignore the way your face heated up at his words. “You trying to sweet me up so I buy you a drink, Svech?” It was meant to be teasing, funny even. Something to cover up the fact the boy had more of an affect on you than you cared to admit.
“Maybe I was hoping you’d let me buy you a drink,” he retorted, stepping a little closer until his arm was leaning against the counter and his body was mere inches away from you.
You cleared your throat, taking a long sip of your drink.
Andrei tilted his head to the side. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No,” you lied before turning to face him again, his eyes watching you with focused intent. “I just…”
“You just?” He prompted, fingers lightly tapping against the wood of the bartop.
“I just thought you would have more fun over there,” you answered eventually, nodding in the direction of the booth where the majority of the team was still sitting. “I was probably going to leave after this drink.”
“It wouldn’t be fun over there,” Andrei said with a shake of his head. “Not without you.”
“Andrei,” you sighed, his name heavy on your tongue. Because he did this. He always did this when the two of you were drunk. He would come over, make you feel all warm and fuzzy with his flirty words and cute accent and then you would feel like an absolute idiot in the morning when he acted like nothing had happened. “I can’t keep doing this.”
It was adorable the way he frowned in confusion. You hated yourself a little for thinking it was adorable.
“Doing what?” He questioned, his lips turned downwards.
“This. Us. This friends with benefits situation,” you confessed, your chest feeling oddly tight as you managed to spit the words out. Every cell in your body was screaming for you to stop, to not rip away the chance to feel his body pressed against yours again. But your brain knew better, your brain was being logical. “It isn’t healthy.”
Andrei blinked. “You think we are just friends?”
Your gut twisted a little. “You think we aren’t?”
“I–” Andrei looked a little bashful, and it was oddly endearing to see. He seemed to contemplate something, his eyes watching your expression closely before he spoke again. “Let’s make a bet.”
You paused, thinking you misheard him. “What?”
“A bet. You know, with a coin,” he continued, and hints of that self-assured smirk started to appear as he stepped forward. His hand cupped your elbow, keeping you close as the small distance between you closed and that familiar warmth of him overwhelmed your senses.
“A coin,” you repealed, still a little lost in his touch to fully compute what he was saying.
“Yes,” he nodded, smiling down at you with that grin that made your heart lurch a little in your chest. “Let’s flip a coin. Heads, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.”
You could feel your cheeks burning. “I—”
“You weren’t just a friend to me,” he spoke up, a little more serious as he lifted his other hand to gently cup the back of your head. “I just thought…I don’t know. I thought you knew. There was no one but you for me. From the start.”
You blinked, your chest feeling heavy for a whole other reason now. “Oh.”
“Can I buy you the drink now?” He asked, that playful smile of his spreading across his face as his thumb lightly brushed against your cheek. “Or do I have to find a coin to flip?”
“You did say it was a bet,” you teased.
“If that’s what it takes, malysh,” he murmured, his gaze dipping down to your lips and, for a second, you thought he would lean down to kiss you. But then, he was stepping back and you found yourself instantly disappointed as he continued to walk backwards.
“Where are you going?”
His grin widened. “To find a coin and make you mine!”
You snorted. “I might win.”
“I’m not complaining.”
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