“Where are we going?” She leans forward in my truck, looking around. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” She turns and narrows her eyes. “Maybe I hate surprises.” “If you did, you wouldn’t say maybe. Also, you told me on Followers you liked them. And even if you did hate them, maybe I don’t give a fuck.” “You should. I could make your life a living hell.” “You already make it a living hell. Being around you is like having a migraine and an erection at the same time.” “Fuck you.” She laughs and pokes my shoulder. “I’m lovely.”
