Not So Nice Guy

by R.S. Grey

“You’re mine and you don’t even know it.

“We can’t get married!” I cry, tossing my hands in the air dramatically. “We haven’t even had sex!”

Ok, modern girl.

“Ian, let’s go. Grab your plate. Yes, take it—and your glass! Here, I’ll help

Cause you can’t pick up food on the way home?