“I’ve downgraded the intense dislike I feel for you to a generalized mild loathing. Now hurry up and f**k me again before your ego gets too big and smothers me.”
“That’s your idea of a compliment?”
“Oh, shut up, Quinn.”
I pull his head down and kiss him hard, and within seconds, he’s forgotten all about it.
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he thinks I’ve forgotten about it, but I haven’t.
And I won’t.
Ever.
Because I know exactly what’s behind that non-compliment, and it sets my soul on fire.
It’s like when the stray cat you’ve been trying to feed for months that’s always hissed and run away when you approached finally decides one day it will accept your pathetic offering of kibble and allow you to watch from a safe distance as it dines, glaring at you with unconcealed contempt.
It’s called progress
