I don’t want to be one of your conquests. I don’t want to be another fucking girl getting screwed…”
“I like it when you say ‘fucking’.”
I closed my eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“I do not love you. I don’t even like you.”
“You will,” he said, his voice low and luscious. I could feel the vibration of that voice from my ears all the way down to my feet.
“Maybe,” I whispered. “But not tonight.

Auteur: Charles Sheehan-Miles