“Do you know what entitled means?” I growl, snatching my phone from his hand. “What about psychopath?” I stomp over to the bookshelf and chuck the dictionary at his head. He ducks and it falls to the ground with a thud. “You’re being dramatic, Truly.” “And you’re being rapey, Noah.” He shakes his head, falling back onto my bed with a bounce. “You took sex off the table, remember, killjoy?” My eyes narrow. “So, then why are you still here?” He points to the TV. “Netflix and chill?” “I’d rather play in traffic.” It’s his turn to narrow his eyes. “We could put sex back on the table.” “Fine,” I
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