“You…you really wanted me —”
“Do you think I make up some dumb fucking sex competition for just anyone?” He sounded impatient, angry even, but the pink spreading across his cheeks betrayed him.
“But…why did you say all that stuff that morning?”
“Because!” Pink turned into red. “You accused me of having some crush on you, like we’re in kindergarten or something —”
“Then you could’ve said,no, I don’t have a crush on you, I just want to fuck you. Do you want to do it again sometime?”
“I did offer, yesterday.”
What had he said?I would’ve done it again, if you asked for it. I would’ve helped you out. I would’ve asked for nothing in return.
“Yeah, that was real charitable of you,” I drawled. “I don’t know why you insist on being an asshole on purpose.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s easier to be condescending than…”
“Than what?”
“Than desperate,” he finished. He didn’t look me in the eyes.
“Oh, come on,” I said, rolling my eyes. “We both know I like it when you’re desperate.”
His flush was spreading to his ears. “Okay, you’re the asshole now.”
I laughed. Then I abruptly stopped, not sure what to say because he refused to look me in the eyes and how the hell was I meant to continue the conversation after Taylor fucking King admitted he wanted me?
I couldn’t say I was completely surprised. I still remembered the glazed look in his eyes, that night in my bed, that stupid fucking collar clipped around my neck. But everything he said the next morning made it all dirty.
He wanted me. He’d wanted me for a while. The thought made me feel sort of giddy.
“Thank you for brekky,” I said.
He grunted.
“I’ve, uh…gotta get to class.”
Another grunt.
I stood up and took my plate to the sink, leaving his because he was still going. He’d only eaten half of it. Hopefully our conversation hadn’t messed up his appetite.
Taylor King wants you.
I held up two packets of mince beef. One was three star, the other five. Why was meat being given a star rating? I threw the five star one in my basket, even though it was more expensive. I wasn’t going to cheap out on this.
Taylor King is attracted to you.
I browsed the vegetables displayed in wooden cartons. There were two kinds of tomatoes: the orangey kind, and the ones that were a deeper red, and still had the green stems on. I chose the latter. They seemed fancier, and hopefully tasted better.
So what? You knew he was attracted to you when he fucked you with his massive boner. It’s not a big deal. People are attracted to other people all the time.
Zucchini next.
But he wanted you since high school. He admitted it.
I threw in an onion as well.
Everyone is horny in high school. It doesn’t mean I’m special.
