Chapter Seventeen

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I feel awkward with Joe. He doesn't talk to me or kiss me in the elevator. I want him to kiss me in the elevator. I watch him chew his pancake, angrily. I'm glad that isn't my lip; I kind of wish it was.
"Stop thinking like that." He mutters.
"What?" I question, sipping coffee.
"You're thinking dirty. Stop."
"How do you know?"
"You're chewing your lip."
I sigh, looking down. Why do I let this man do this to me.
"I'm sorry, Danielle. I've been a dick and I shouldn't have led you on."
A lump forms in my throat and I try to swallow the tears.
"It's fine, you just don't like me. That's understandable."
"I like you more than anything. Why do you think Lana stormed out?"
I forgot about her. Why did she take off.
"You got tired of having sex."
He laughs loudly, making me jump.
"She said she see's lust in my eyes when I look at you. She thinks I glue your face on top of hers when we have sex."
The lump gets bigger and its no longer tears. I sip some of his orange juice to rid me of cotton mouth.
"D-Do you?"
His smirk is apparent and those gray eyes show pure...lust.
"I do."

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