“That’s right, darling,” he agrees, like I’ve given him a real, verbal response. “I’ve been playing this game for years, and you’re just getting your feet wet in the kiddie pool. Poor, poor Summer. But I can’t feel too badly for you…” With that, he licks a quick, hot stripe up my jaw, and shoves me away from him with a laugh on his lips. “After all, you fucking volunteered.”
