“I’m not like your frat boy, princess. I wasn’t joking about my record. I work in a fucking traveling carnival and live in a shitbox trailer with no hot water.” He places his hand under my chin and tilts my face upwards so I’m staring right into his almost obsidian eyes. “Whatever little defiant fantasy you think you’re trying to live out by slumming it with me isn’t going to end well for you.”
