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. © 2015, DORRAll Rights Reserved
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