“Because…”
“Because what?”
“Jesus. Fuck.” Then, “BecauseI fucking said so.”
There’s nothing funny about this situation. Or at least, there shouldn’t be.
I’m naked —naked— in front of a guy for the first time in my life, asking him to take my virginity. That’s serious. But the way he looks so… scared makes me smile a little and take a step toward him. “You do know that you’re not actually the boss of me, don’t you? I mean, I was just kidding when I called you Bossman back there.”
He presses himself even more against the door, his chest starting to heave. “And you do know…”
Again, he trails off and I prod, moving forward. “I know what?”
He clenches his eyes shut. He even presses a fist into them for a second as if he’s so pained. “Can you fucking stop walking toward me? I can’tfuckingthink right now.”
I shouldn’t take so much pleasure in his agitation. Or that he can’t seem to throw his usual dry comebacks at me. But I do.
I’m taking all the pleasure that I can. For making him uncomfortable.
For being so wild for him.
He likes wild girls, doesn’t he?
So here I am.
Still smiling and still slowly, very slowly, approaching him, I say, “It’s called Glitter Glitter Baby.”
“What?”
“My lipstick.”
Glaring, his gaze flicks down to my mouth for a second. “Why is it shiny?”
“Because it’s gloss.”
“What the fuck is gloss?”
“It’s a kind of texture that’s shiny.”
Glancing down at it again, he licks his lips, muttering. “Whatever.”
God, he’s such a guy sometimes.
“Do you want to taste it?” I ask next.
His eyes fly back up to mine and his fists curl at his sides. “What the fuck?”
“I put it on for you.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I also wore my pink dress for you.”
“So then, for the love of God, please put it back on.”
“It’s the same one I wore the night you kissed me.”
“I know.”