“You’re telling me I’m not interesting?” “You’re about as interesting as a koi fish. An old one. With digestive issues and a malfunctioning swim bladder.” Now he’s outraged. His face is turning red. God, that feels good. Just to twist the knife deeper, I add, “Plus, you don’t even know how to kiss.” His eyes flare. His jaw clenches. He growls, “Believe me, I know how to fucking kiss.” “Sure you do. If it’s opposite day.” When I smile at his obvious fury, he mutters, “Bloody little smartass.” Then he grabs my face in both hands and crushes his mouth to mine.
