“I don’t want you.” I laugh, like it's ridiculous I'd ever want him. He arches his brows and looks down at my lower half. I've got a hand over my hard-on, pushing it down so he can't see it. I’m so hard, my junk feels like I just got kneed there. “Show me," he says. "Lie on your back.” “I would fucking never, dipshit.” “Because you’re hard enough to have a sword fight with that thing in your pants. I bet you lie in bed and think about me out here, right outside your window. Bet you sit inside and watch.”
