Spicy Little Curses

by J.T. Geissinger

“You’re so lucky I’m not a flowers-and-foreplay girl.” I growled, “And you’re lucky I’m not a man who minds sass.” “Mind it? Are you kidding me? You love it, Sunshine. Now shut your pretty mouth and make me forget I don’t like you.”

“Okay, but how do we figure it out?” “We just figure it out.” I stared at him. “It must be such a relief to be so unburdened by logic.”