-tyIerposey
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My eyes traveled down his waist, roaming over the mini ice-cream cones scattered all over his boxers.
His eyes locked with my own as I gazed up.
"It's rude to stare."
"At what?" I scoffed.
"No need to lie, I don't blame you."
"Cocky much?"
"How'd you know?" He rolled his eyes, smirking.
"I'm waiting."
"For?"
"An apology, you asshole."
"Like I said, for?"
"If I recall, 10 seconds ago you kicked me in the face."
"That would be your own fault. No one forced you to crawl in the dark."
Lets get one thing clear:
This is no where near my fault. If anything, I fault him for being such a pestering bitch.
I should have just brought a damn flashlight.
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