Motive
"You don't put up too good of a fight." I swung again, this time hitting his chest. "Who says I'm putting up a fight?" I paused. "What?" He deadpanned. "I'm sorry." I hate apologies. I sighed, lowering my hands to my side. "Jesus, Easton, what's your motive here?" ~~~ Mary Jay Everette is a special girl. She's d...