Kade is going to win.
Not the war, but this fight.
He catches my arm, and I freeze. I don’t want him to f**k me when I’m this gross. I don’t want him to find me disgusting and think I usually smell like this. If he f***s me now, it will be a long time before he f***s me again.
I sweat a lot when I run. And that sweat smells like ass. As much as it would help me if he suddenly didn’t want to have s*x with me anymore, I don’t think that I could survive a whole year in his house with him without s*x.
My heart is conflicted though as he pulls me close. I want to f**k him, but I also don’t know whether to knee him in the balls or thank him for running with me. I hate him acting like he can control me, which is what he was doing running with me. He thought he could persuade me to stop.
