"Like what you see, babe?" He questioned, smirking. I rolled my eyes and forced myself to keep from drooling. He noticed me gripping the box tighter, "Tell you what."
"Why don't you give this box to me and I'll let you ride it around my apartment a bit after I ride you." He looked me up and down and bit his lip.
I crinkled my nose and felt my hand swing from my side and act of it's own accord. In a flash, the baby was on his side, cradling his now red cheek.
"As if, vampire," I scooped up the box and dragged it along to the check out. He ran forward and reached for the box.
"Let me help you out with that," (Why does everyone seem to think that they need to help me out w/ a box today?!) but I quickly pulled it away, making him fall flat on his face.
"Thanks, but NO thanks."
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.