Christmas on the Thirteenth Floor

by Lee Jacquot

I love pissing people off.

“I purchased this dress for you because I knew how it would look on you.” He pauses, lowering his hand to lightly grip around my neck. “And I knew how it would look when thrown on the floor.” And then his mouth crashes against mine.

“Atta girl.”

“Because I’ve already decided.” “And that is?” His eyes darken as he pauses his movement, stealing my ability to even breathe properly. “You're mine.” Mine. His.