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Mila
Fucking asshole.
I’d said no hitting on me, and while he might not consider tossing out crass compliments as such, I sure as hell did. My pissiness wasn’t only from that fact. Spatting with him heightened that life simmering inside me, and I felt alive. And the fact he was amused by my snippiness rather than angry...
It took another hour before the annoyance radiating through me eased enough for me to relax. Twinges of need still zapped at me whenever our eyes met, but I narrowed my gaze every time until he turned away with a chuckle. Obviously pissiness wasn’t going to rid me of his attention. I decided to go with indifference since that wouldn’t “make his c**k hard.”
I’d gotten a close up eyeful of said c**k inside his tight jeans as he’d stepped away from me in the kitchen,
