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I want to say something sassy, but the only coherent thought that comes to mind is how insulting it is that eyelashes like his were wasted on Satan’s Errand Boy,
Those of us who aren’t summoned by the Dark Mark consider honesty to be a virtue.”
Half of Ethan’s mouth turns up, and I know what’s coming before it launches: “You think I’m cute.” “In a gross way.” This makes him smile wider. “Cute in a gross way. Okay.”
“I can appreciate my body in a bikini and still want to set fire to the patriarchy.”
“You checked out my chest.” “Of course I did. It’s like having two other people up here with us. I don’t want to be rude.”
Individually Ethan and I are above-average intelligent people, so why are we so stupid together?
“I want you to know,” I tell him as I tug it down my torso, “and I’m sure you hear this a lot, but that was by far the worst sexual experience of my life.” “I feel like we should have used protection.”
“Did you forget your words, Elvis?” “It was good,” he manages, and rolls his eyes but I can see him fighting a smile, too. “Good how?” His jaw ticks, like he wants to argue with me about why I’m asking him this when I was obviously there, too, but the heat in his eyes tells me he’s just as turned on as I am, and is willing to play along. “It was the kind of kiss that feels like fucking.”
“I asked you something earlier.” “I know.” We’re just having a vacation fling, aren’t we? Oh, is that all this is? He goes quiet again; obviously he doesn’t have to repeat what he said. But I don’t feel entirely sure where my head is on this particular issue. “I’m… thinking.” “Think out loud,” he says. “With me.”
I am a homebody, through and through, and there’s nothing like being home.
