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“The date.”

“What are you talking about?” he snapped back.

“Forget it. I don’t want to go out with you again if you don’t want to go.”

I sounded like such a girl. I didn’t care. I continued to stare out the window, listening to his breathing, which was labored and sounded angry.

“I want to go out.”

I turned to face him. I heard him just fine, but I wanted to hear him say it again. “Excuse me?”

“I want to go out with you.”

I wanted more. “Why?”

“You’ve got a nice little pussy.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

I glared “Are you fucking…”

“And you’re fun,” he interrupted.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “You think I’m fun?”

He shot me his shitty little smirk and nodded.

I smiled. “I think you’re fun, too.”

And when Friday gets here, I’m going to rock your world, Dick.