“But you like it when I call myself your boyfriend, don’t you?” “No.” “Now who’s lying?” I cross my arms in defeat, and he presses on the gas, flinging me backward. “Don’t worry, baby. I fully plan on making you admit how much you love the idea of me being your boyfriend later.” I press my lips together at the same time my thighs clench. Boyfriend or not, I kind of hate him.
