Page 59 of Her Sloth

“Mhhhhm,” she hums out to interrupt me. “All I hear is your ego that can’t handle someone being better than you.”

Anger beyond incinerates in me.

And then she leans down, whispering darkly in my ear.

“Let me guess, no one ever saw your talents, and you constantly had to prove yourself. Parents didn’t fucking care about you, and you learned you had to fight for love, am I⁠—“

But before she has even finished her sentence, something in me snaps.

I hit, before I even know what I am doing.

She is almost thrown off her feet, but comes back up immediately.

I hit again, and again, and again with a force I didn’t know there was. The last one, she blocks with her forearm, and then retaliates.

Her fist hits me, stomach first, temple next. She has longer arms; I am faster.

I strike again.

She evades last second while simultaneously kicking me in my stomach.

I fly off.

Damn, she has fucking power in her legs.

She bleeds from a cut on her eyebrow.

I have a metallic taste on my lip.

We’re both standing there, panting.

She has that look on her face⁠—

A flicker in her eyes.

And is that the hint of a grin?

“Is that all?” she asks, provoking me.

I run into her, shoulder first and push her back.

We land onto the Eleanor’s hood with a deep thud.

I close my hand around her throat.

Her lips part slightly as her gaze locks with mine.

It is the hottest thing I have seen in forever. The way she provokes me with just her eyes⁠—

My heart skips a beat.

And then I do the stupidest thing I could possibly do, and that is to kiss her.

Not just any kiss, but one that is so wild I don’t recognize myself.

I press my hips between hers, her knee slides between my legs, and we just eat each other up.

It is nothing like the kiss last night⁠—