Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

I didn’t say I wasn’t attracted to you. I said you’re not my type.” She groaned. “I’m definitely going to regret this, but I think you’re going to have to break it down for me.” “Well, Daisy. It means my dick doesn’t care that you’re not my type. It’s still standing up, trying to get your attention.” She was quiet for a long beat. “You’re too much work. Come with too many complications. And you wouldn’t be satisfied with just a quick fuck.” “I believe Knox Morgan just said he couldn’t satisfy me. If only I had a phone to immortalize that statement on social media.” “A. You’re getting a new phone immediately. It’s irresponsible to go without one when you have a kid to think about.” “Oh, shut up. It’s been a handful of days. Not months. I didn’t know I was going to have a kid to think about,” she said. “B. I could satisfy the hell out of you,” I plowed on, pulling out of the parking lot. “But you’d just want more, and that doesn’t suit me.” “Because I’m an ‘uppity, needy pain in the ass,’” she said to the darkness out her window. I didn’t have a defense. I was an asshole. Plain and simple. And the sooner she realized that, the farther she’d stay from me. Metaphorically speaking. Naomi let out a weary sigh. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to slap you, jump out of this vehicle, and crawl home,” she said finally. I turned onto the dirt lane that led to home. “You can slap me tomorrow.” “Probably just make you want me more.”