“Do you think I’m lying? First, you assume I’m a puck bunny, and now you think I’m lying. Do you think I want to room with you?” I opened my mouth to say something, but her little mumble caught me off guard. “Typical fucking jock.” “What was that?” I asked, inching closer to her. “Listen.” Her hands flew to her hips, and her cheeks were pinker than before. “I’ve gotta go to work, so you’ll have some time to adjust. I’ll be back later if you’d like to insult me some more.” Damn, she’s feisty.
