“Newsflash, you already did.” I knotted my legs over his torso from behind. “When we had sex.”
“You asked me to have s*x with you.” He slid us both down to the floor, where he leaned his back onto my body, then flipped himself over, so we were missionary style, him on top of me. “You came onto me.”
“I was drunk!” I lied, swinging my fists toward his face.
He dodged me effortlessly, hemming me in between those Thor arms and the floor. “No, you weren’t.” His lips thinned, and he looked genuinely pissed off now. “You didn’t have more than one drink in you that night. I know you drunk. I know you sober. I know you in every f*****g state. Besides, I thought you didn’t want—what was it again?” He looked up, squinting as he tried to remember that night. “A broccoli-haired trust-fund baby who m
