My slap landed before “s*x” had fully fled his lips, before I’d registered crawling across the bedspread to deliver it. Damn, there went my charade of apathy. He smirked, then opened his mouth to show me the slick red spot where he’d bitten his tongue.
“You haven’t, have you?” he asked, grinning. “You didn’t f**k him. How come?”
I glared poison at him.
“Not enough of a fuckup to get you wet, is that it?”
“Your being a fuckup never got me wet. Kissing you did. All the nicer stuff we did. You know, you don’t get to come over here and talk to me like this. Not when the last two times we saw each other . . .” I paused, remembering when he’d stalked me on my lunch break. “The last three times we saw each other, you treated me like s**t. I didn’t even want to see you the last time. I came ov
