“I suppose, then, that when we finally fuck, I’ll have to be careful to not look smug about that, too.” He lowered his head to her like he was going to try to steal a kiss. She hit him upside the head. Hard. “Ow!” Simon rubbed where she’d made contact. “What was that for?” he whined. “Why not?” She whacked him in the arm. “Do I need a reason?” “Yes! Why’re you abusing me?” He swatted at her hands. She shoved him again. “It’s fun.”
