“Fine.” I scowled at her. “I enjoy making you feel good.” That smile appeared again. “Why? Do you like me?” “Goddammit, Bianca,” I seethed. “You’re such a pain in the ass! I want you, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I knocked on your door tonight because I was lying in bed alone and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Now you can tell me to fuck off if you want to, but quit playing games! Do you want me or not?” Instead of answering, she grabbed my head and crushed her lips to mine. “Yes, I want you,” she whispered. “But I like playing games.”
