“Seriously, after everything that happened at Fulcort today, this is what you’re pissed with me about?” He has the nerve to look pleased, which only fuels my anger. “Yes!” I throw my hands up in the air. “Because this is going to happen every goddamn weekend! And what happens when I’m not here? Will your perpetually hard dick be able to resist?” He smiles wide. He actually finds this amusing. “Fuck you,” I snarl. “Go away. I need to study for the next five days straight. After I burn the sheets.” I don’t mean to slam the bathroom door. Okay, maybe I do. Lord, what have I hitched myself to?
