you did.”
“Make a habit of doing it with college boys, do you?” That smirk .
“I don’t think you can judge anyone’s sexual appetites, Shivers. I’ve seen your books. You’ve got the sexual prowess of a thirteen-year-old pervert.”
“And yet you went to bed with me.” His hatefully handsome face moves closer as he growls at me. A spark of heat settles in my core as I remember him growling in my ear last night. Remember his grunts and groans and whispers.
Focus, Miranda! “I didn’t know who you were! You’re right, I should have smelled the bad taste on you as soon as you walked up to me, and that was my fault. But the rest of it is on you!”
“You could have told me you were the professional troll Randi Rose! As if I’d even touch you knowing who you were!” He’s just as mad as me, and I don’t even care. I’m all up in his face yelling now too.
“Not that it matters, because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me!”
“Well, your tits were hanging out and screaming for attention. After you were blown off by the royalty, I didn’t want you to drink by yourself!”
I thought he hadn’t seen that. “Well, aren’t you just a fucking gentleman!”
“I am a fucking gentleman!” But no, no, he isn’t because a gentleman wouldn’t have brought it up.
“If you’re a fucking gentleman, than I’m the goddamn Pope!”
“Then put on the hat sweetheart, because it suits you.”
I can feel my face flushing a million degrees hot. “Go jump off a cliff. Go get fucked by a robotic triceraraptor.”
“There’s no such thing as a triceraraptor.”
“On the planet where you think you’re an author and a gentleman there is. And I hope it tears your ass apart!”
“You’re a bitch!” He points a finger at me. “A really hateful bitch.”
I slap the finger away, hard enough to sting a little. “I wish I didn’t have to walk around with the knowledge that someone like you is out there.”
“Don’t use Good Will Hunting against me! You aren’t good enough for Good Will Hunting !”
“Oh my god, you’re amazing! You think you can tell me what I can say?” I laugh angrily. Can you actually shoot lasers out of your eyeballs if you get mad enough? I’m about to find out. “I can say whatever the fuck I want, and you can’t stop me!”
“Your mom can say whatever she wants.”
“She would call you a hack too.” Not true. She would have tried to get him to escort her to Bingo Night and then home for Bang-o Night. Oh my god, I am my mother’s daughter.
“Failure.”
Now that stung.
“Asshole.”
“Bitch.”
“You know.” He drops his messenger bag at his feet and kicks it backwards. “I’m getting really tired of your mouth.”
I spit out another angry laugh. “And I’m really tired of you. I’ve tried to leave twice, and you keep stopping me. Why? Do you like it rough? Do you think if you keep insulting me, I’m going to fuck you and leave you satisfied? In your fucking dreams.”
“At least I’m living the dream.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“Oh, you know what it means.”
“I hate you!” I yell, shoving him back against the wall. My fists clench, and weirdly, so does my vagina. “I hate your stupid face and your stupid hair and your stupid dick!”
“Oh yeah? Not as much as I fucking hate you and your stupid face and your stupid pussy!”
We stand there for a minute, chests heaving, faces red, and then we dive for one another, nearly knocking the chairs over. The kisses are rough and painful. We bite and suck and shove one another across the room. He grabs my hair and pulls, which I love but hate all at the same time. I dig my nails into his neck, and he groans in response and bites my lip.
I want to slap him so hard my hand burns, but I also want to rip off his clothes and ride him like a stallion. I want to punch him, and I want to lie with my legs spread and let his stupid tongue lick me into orgasm. I want to claw his
“Make a habit of doing it with college boys, do you?” That smirk .
“I don’t think you can judge anyone’s sexual appetites, Shivers. I’ve seen your books. You’ve got the sexual prowess of a thirteen-year-old pervert.”
“And yet you went to bed with me.” His hatefully handsome face moves closer as he growls at me. A spark of heat settles in my core as I remember him growling in my ear last night. Remember his grunts and groans and whispers.
Focus, Miranda! “I didn’t know who you were! You’re right, I should have smelled the bad taste on you as soon as you walked up to me, and that was my fault. But the rest of it is on you!”
“You could have told me you were the professional troll Randi Rose! As if I’d even touch you knowing who you were!” He’s just as mad as me, and I don’t even care. I’m all up in his face yelling now too.
“Not that it matters, because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me!”
“Well, your tits were hanging out and screaming for attention. After you were blown off by the royalty, I didn’t want you to drink by yourself!”
I thought he hadn’t seen that. “Well, aren’t you just a fucking gentleman!”
“I am a fucking gentleman!” But no, no, he isn’t because a gentleman wouldn’t have brought it up.
“If you’re a fucking gentleman, than I’m the goddamn Pope!”
“Then put on the hat sweetheart, because it suits you.”
I can feel my face flushing a million degrees hot. “Go jump off a cliff. Go get fucked by a robotic triceraraptor.”
“There’s no such thing as a triceraraptor.”
“On the planet where you think you’re an author and a gentleman there is. And I hope it tears your ass apart!”
“You’re a bitch!” He points a finger at me. “A really hateful bitch.”
I slap the finger away, hard enough to sting a little. “I wish I didn’t have to walk around with the knowledge that someone like you is out there.”
“Don’t use Good Will Hunting against me! You aren’t good enough for Good Will Hunting !”
“Oh my god, you’re amazing! You think you can tell me what I can say?” I laugh angrily. Can you actually shoot lasers out of your eyeballs if you get mad enough? I’m about to find out. “I can say whatever the fuck I want, and you can’t stop me!”
“Your mom can say whatever she wants.”
“She would call you a hack too.” Not true. She would have tried to get him to escort her to Bingo Night and then home for Bang-o Night. Oh my god, I am my mother’s daughter.
“Failure.”
Now that stung.
“Asshole.”
“Bitch.”
“You know.” He drops his messenger bag at his feet and kicks it backwards. “I’m getting really tired of your mouth.”
I spit out another angry laugh. “And I’m really tired of you. I’ve tried to leave twice, and you keep stopping me. Why? Do you like it rough? Do you think if you keep insulting me, I’m going to fuck you and leave you satisfied? In your fucking dreams.”
“At least I’m living the dream.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“Oh, you know what it means.”
“I hate you!” I yell, shoving him back against the wall. My fists clench, and weirdly, so does my vagina. “I hate your stupid face and your stupid hair and your stupid dick!”
“Oh yeah? Not as much as I fucking hate you and your stupid face and your stupid pussy!”
We stand there for a minute, chests heaving, faces red, and then we dive for one another, nearly knocking the chairs over. The kisses are rough and painful. We bite and suck and shove one another across the room. He grabs my hair and pulls, which I love but hate all at the same time. I dig my nails into his neck, and he groans in response and bites my lip.
I want to slap him so hard my hand burns, but I also want to rip off his clothes and ride him like a stallion. I want to punch him, and I want to lie with my legs spread and let his stupid tongue lick me into orgasm. I want to claw his
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