He meets my eye, a small grin on his face. “Told you you’d beg.” I stiffen. It’s not like I expected him to write me a love poem now, but I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for him to act like it was all a fucking game, and why I ever expected anything more of Ben is beyond me. It’s a lesson I’ve had hammered home more than anyone alive. It shouldn’t hurt, but it does.
