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“You need to stay away from me, Sophie.”

“I’m not the one who threw you over their shoulder, am I? I’m just trying to fit in, and you just humiliated me in front of most of our school. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be seventeen and never been—”

“Never been what, Baby Soph?”

“I hate it when you call me that. I’m not a baby, and it sucks that you see me like one.”

“Trust me, if I thought you were a baby, you wouldn’t be against my chest right now.”

“Prove it.”

“I can’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then you’re lying! You do see me as a baby!”

“For fuck’s sake.”

I never expected what happened next. With all her strength, she pushed me away and I let her. Once she was out of my hold, she jumped off the bed of my truck and started to march her little ass back toward the party.

“Fine! Have it your way! If you won’t kiss me, then I’m sure someone will!”

I groaned, grabbing my face in frustration. “You’re acting like a child!”

“And you’re acting like an asshole!”

“Sophie, get your ass back over here!”

“Stop bossing me around! I can do what I want, and right now I want my first kiss to be some random guy at this party!”

“First kiss,” I uttered to myself.

It was worse than I thought. She was more innocent than I could have imagined.

“Maybe after I’ll let him take my virginity too! But don’t worry! I’ll make sure he wears a condom!”

“Fuck me…” Before I even knew what I was doing, my feet were moving on their own accord.

And what did the little shit do?

She began fucking running from me.

Since I had no choice in the matter, I tackled her to the ground and made sure she fell in my arms before I flipped us over. Her body was now beneath mine, and I caged her in with my arms around her head, holding my body up so I wouldn’t crush her tiny frame.

She glared at me. “Was that really necessary?”

“You should never run from a quarterback unless you’re looking to get hurt.”

“Can’t be any worse than you turning me down.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“Whatever. I don’t even want you to kiss me anymore. Can you get off me now?”

“Sophie…”

“I’m being serious. I don’t know why I wanted you to kiss me in the first place. From what I hear, you don’t really kiss the girls you hook up with. You’re probably horrible at it.”

“Now you don’t want me to kiss you?”


Tags: M. Robinson Romance