“And why would I believe you helped me?” I snapped. I crossed my arms over my chest.
Maximus’s foot was still caught in the door. I couldn’t push past his massive frame and ignore him. So, I decided to piss him off. Maybe then he’d storm off in a rage again and I could go the f**k to sleep.
“I didn’t want a dead i***t on my porch,” Maximus sneered cold as ever.
“Well I didn’t die,” I snapped. “And I’m not dead so if you could please, move—”
I wrenched the door open but it didn’t move. I looked up and saw Maximus’s hand holding it half open. His body was smack in the middle. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re going to get yourself killed,” he leered.
I tried the door again. “I will if I don’t get home—” I grunted and tried to shove myself past him. My arm was about to hit his when he
