“What do you want?” I snap. “You done?” His voice is threaded with amusement, making me want to reach through the phone and strangle him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Done with what?” He exhales dramatically. “Being a dumbass.” “Excuse me?” My face heats with anger. I know he likes to tease me, but calling to insult me is extreme, even for him. I can’t believe I let him inside me. God, maybe I am a dumbass.
