he’s cute but he’s not that cute. she’s been running around all day
         in three inch heels and she’s been looking forward to her chair the
         whole time. her lips purse slightly as her hands come to her hips. she
         counts one, two, three seconds for him to move before the sweetest
         smile comes to her face. then she doesn’t hesitate in sitting right down
         on his lap, throwing her legs over the arm of the chair and settling in,
         not caring how much of her weight is resting on him. 

                                  “ don’t play this game with me, you’ll lose. “