“Fuck, Tory, why do you always go for the balls?” he groaned, cupping his crotch with his eyes half closed against the pain. “You’re lucky I left them attached to your body,” I warned. “You’re on my shit list, douchebag, and don’t you forget it. I might be seriously happy to see your hairy face, but I’m also going to slap it every time I do until you fix this shit.” “Fix it?” he grunted. “There is no fixing it, Tory. It’s too late for-” I cuffed him around the ear hard enough to knock his head to one side and he snarled at me, baring his fangs. “Stop,” he warned. “Bite me, asshole,”
