“It’s pretty funny, actually,” he said. “I mean, Jesus, Vivienne. Pissing off some hack journalist is the least unethical thing I’ve done today.” Her breath caught as though he’d struck her. Pink flushed into her cheeks. He felt the heat of it reflected in his own face, and he immediately regretted saying anything at all. He braced himself and waited for her to hit him back. To make it hurt.
OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK
