“You never sleep on this couch, and of course you have to be on it the night I’m here?”
“I just got into a fight with Will, dumbass. I don’t feel like going upstairs.”
“What happened? What’s your problem?” she asked, furrowing her brows.
“My fucking god, do you want me to be a broken record, White?”
“How’s Jasper?”
I groaned and looked away.
“You’re a damn pest.”
“And you’re spilling crumbs everywhere.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked defiantly, before crumpling the rest of the muffin right on her head.
“You’re an idiot! Cut it out,” she shouted, cleaning the chocolate crumbs out of her hair.
“I will. Can you quit fucking around for two minutes in a row?” I confronted her.
“And can you be polite for even a second?”
“Yeah, sure. Get me a beer.”
I was sure she’d slap me from one moment to the next. Instead, she burst out laughing.
“That’s hilarious,” I heard her say.
“Does it look like I’m laughing?”
“It just looks like you’re a dick,” she replied fearlessly.
I threw the muffin box on the table because I needed both hands free.
I grabbed her sides, threw her on the couch, and forced her to lie down.
I always told her to sharpen her reflexes, but they ended up not being that bad. She had potential using the punching bag, and it also would’ve helped her learn to defend herself.
“Never try to insult me,” I whispered onto her face.
And before she could react, I blocked her with both hands on the sides of her head. Her chest rose and fell increasingly fast.
“And don’t you ever try to give me orders again,” she said.
“You’re not special, White.”
I licked my lower lip when my gaze fell on her full lips.
I have to delete that picture.
“Do you know how to say anything else or is it always the same song and dance?” She confronted me.
I squeezed her arm. I heard her groan, but she was too proud to admit I was hurting her.
“Let me go.”
“Or what, princess?”
