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It drives me fucking insane that I genuinely want to know. I pour another shot because there’s nothing better than self-sabotage. I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see Viola in a tank top and black leggings. Her wet hair is pulled up into a messy bun, her cheeks flushed. I lean up against the counter and raise an eyebrow at her.
“Hardly recognize you with clothes on,” I quip.
“Shove it, asshole.” She walks past me and opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. She opens the top and takes a huge drink, then places it on the counter. She goes quiet, but then after a moment, she stands on her tiptoes and reaches for a shot glass from the cabinet. Her body is so close to mine that I can smell her fresh, clean scent. She smells like strawberries and fresh rain. I watch her every move as she slides the tequila bottle closer to her, unscrews the top, and pours herself a shot.
“Shit, that burns.” She gasps for air, slamming the glass down on the counter.
“Have you ever been drunk before?” I find myself asking.
She shoots daggers at me, her fingers still wrapped around the glass. “Yes, I’ve had alcohol before.” She rolls her eyes.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Wait,” she says dramatically, her jaw dropping. “Is this stuff magically supposed to make my panties fly off while I trip and fall on your dick?” Her expression is completely serious, although I’m ninety percent sure she’s fucking with me.
“Well, I wouldn’t sayflyoff…” I tilt the corner of my lips up, enjoying this little battle we have going on. “But if you prefer being on top, I’m all about it,” I say smugly, knowing it’s going to boil her blood.
She makes a gagging noise and steps away. “In your dreams, King. I don’t need to fake an orgasm to know you’re all talk.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…” I go on the defense, catching up to her when she walks to the living room. “There is no way in hell a girl haseverfaked it with me. I have a one-hundred percent satisfaction guarantee.” I know I sound like a tool, but Viola is making me stumble on my own thoughts.
She bursts out laughing, shaking her head at me as she grabs the TV remote.
“I knew you were arrogant, but Christ.”
“What?” I ask.
“Do you have a full refund policy, too? Get an STD, all panties returned and burned.”
“I’ve never had any complaints,” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall so I can study her features.
“I’m sure.” She rolls her eyes, flipping through the channels.
“Have you ever had one?”
“Had what?” she asks, avoiding eye contact.
I curl my lips up. “An orgasm.”
I watch as her fingers lose their grip on the remote, and it falls to the floor. “I’m not answering that!” she shouts, reaching for the remote again.
“Why not?” I shrug. “It’s a valid question.”
“It’s none of your damn business,” she hisses.
I chuckle. “That’s a no.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Then just answer the damn question.” I groan.
She slams the remote down and stalks toward me, seething. “Fuck off.”
I smile as I watch her walk back down the hall. Nowthat’sthe Viola I know.
Viola hides out in Drew’s room most of the night, which is just fine by me. It’s day one alone with her, and I’m already desperate to go out and drink away all the memories of her walking wet and naked down my hallway.
She finally resurfaces, walking straight to the kitchen and ignoring me like the priss she is.
