ALEX
Five minutes after Lance left, Zander barges through the door, face painted red underneath. So this is how I look when angry.
“What the f**k was that?” He asks through gritted teeth, slamming the door behind him. “Who gave you the right to use my body like that?”
“It’s not like Lance hasn’t touched it before,” I answer. “At least I didn’t experience the pain of losing my virginity. I heard butt s*x sucks during the first time.”
He barrels towards me and pins me against the mattress. He coils his right hand into a tight fist, his other hand gripping the collar of my shirt.
“Are you seriously gonna punch your own face?” I ask before he delivers.
He stops, breathing harshly. My heart is hammering out of my chest. We’ve fought many times before, but not like this. It’s almost cathar
