“So, you're saying you want to be cheated on? I could go to a bar and cheat on you now."

“The guys at the bar are no match for me. They're seeing too many people at once. You're the only one for me..."

Suddenly, Bettie's mind drifted back to the summer after their final exams in high school. That was the first time she and Lance had been intimate. They were both so inexperienced that it took them forever to get it right, and she nearly threw him out of the bed at one point.

Bettie shook her head vigorously, trying to shake those memories off.

Her cheeks flushing and her ears turning pink, Bettie declared, "I don't like men with bad skills."

“Oh? So, you're an expert now? It seems like you've been with someone skilled in bed?"

"Yes." Bettie nodded. "They're more gifted than you and outperform you in bed."

Lance was left speechless momentarily. He seized Bettie's arm and pinned her against the wall, leaning close to whisper in a hushed tone, "You haven't known how I perform now. I've changed and learned a lot. Want to give it a shot?"

Lance's breath was warm against Bettie's ear. His words held a more meaningful message, making Bettie's face turned crimson.

Pouting, Bettie countered, “You big liar! You just mentioned you've never been with anyone else. How do you manage to learn a lot? By pleasuring yourself while gazing at your reflection in the mirror?"

"No," Lance replied.

Bettie raised her eyebrows.

"I pleasure myself using your photos."

“Lance Carter! I'm going to kill you!" Bettie's face flushed with anger. She pushed him away and landed two punches on his chest.

Lance, grinning, dashed off, with Bettie chasing after him.

To onlookers, it seemed like playful flirting and chasing.

Reaching the elevator, Lance caught his breath and embraced Bettie, who was still trying to hit him. “Okay, okay, to make it fair, you can look at my photos too and.."

"Enough!"

“If you don't have any of my photos, I'll take some for you when I get back..."

"Lance! Shut up!" Bettie stomped her feet.