“Jesus, big guy. I’m petite, not fragile. Get over it.” “Just because I want you out of my life doesn’t mean I want to hurt you.” I gripped his waist with my thighs and squeezed. “Either fuck me hard and fast or get out of my room so I can find someone who will. I don’t want to be treated like some glass figurine.” “You always think you can handle more than you can,” he said, removing his hand from my wrists and curling his fingers into the neckline of my dress. “And you always think I’m weaker than I am,” I hissed.
