“Why couldn’t we have just had dinner at a restaurant?” Because I want nothing more than to spank you after that meeting. Because I feel like yelling and screaming my frustration. Because I’m desperate to have you alone. “You really want to fight in public?” I ask. She pauses, halfway up the stairs to her apartment complex. “We’re going to fight?” “What do you think?” “That we could have a civil conversation.” “When has that ever happened?” I counter. “There’s no time like the present to change.” She gives me a giant smile, and fuck, I want to kiss it right off her face.
