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“Don’t be a flirt, and don’t fuck with me, Glyndon. What’s the sorry fuck’s name?”
“Did you know that you have, like, beautiful flecks of black in your blue eyes? It’s a genetic masterpiece.”
“You’re stalling.”
“And you’re supposed to be gone. Two more minutes and the stern dorm director will come to chase you away with a broom.”
“A name. Last time I ask.”
“Just stop it, Killian.” She’s half-exasperated, half-resigned. “You can’t simply hunt down all the men from my past.”
“And your present and futurecombined. But we’ll start with the supposedly big dick guy. Sorry, I meanhuge.”
“He took some time off to volunteer in human rights organizations in Africa.”
“You even keep up with his life. Go on, give me more reasons to engrave him on my shit list.”
She laughs a little. “You’re impossible. Do you know that?”
“Of course I do. That sentence is your everyday mantra.”
“You’re the one who said the past is in the past. I should be the one offended with your countless girlfriends, fuck buddies, and kinks, not the other way around.”
“I never had a girlfriend. Until you, of course. Though I prefer the termsmy girl,my woman,minethat you still haven’t voiced, by the way.”
Her cheeks splash in red. “What about Cherry?”
“Cherry was a warm hole.Holes, to be more specific.”
“You’re disgusting.” She slips her hand from mine.
“She’s a cheater and an impulsive anarchist who’s addicted to more drugs than rock stars. Also, aren’t you jealous of her?”
“Whatever my feelings about her are, you shouldn’t speak that way about women. We’re more than just holes for your entertainment.”
“Aren’t you a little feminist?”
“Don’t put labels on me when you hate them yourself. Now, goodnight. Actually, no good night to you.”
She turns to leave, but I catch her wrist and tug her until she slams back against the door. “You don’t have to be difficult about everything, Glyndon. It’s starting to be tiresome, repetitive, and irritating.”
“Then let me go,” she deadpans, her eyes igniting with a challenge.
“You still on that? Guess I haven’t punished you enough.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, baby. You know that foul little mouth gets me hard.”
I expect her to throw out one of her tasteless prude comments, but all expressions vanish from her face as she leans over, levels her face with mine, and whispers, “Then stay hard.”
And then she swiftly pulls her hand away and walks to the door of her dorm with a seductive sway to her hips.
Did she just do that?
Yes, she fucking did, and I’m harder than earlier.
She probably didn’t think that I could climb up to her window and teach her a lesson or two.
