“You think you can distract me with your… gifts.” I glanced at the bulge in his pants again. “But it won’t work.” “You’re the one trying to distract me with… all this.” His eyes flicked down. “It’s very unfair.” He moved closer, so close we were almost touching, and my body tensed with anticipation. “I don’t like you,” I whispered. “Good. I don’t like you either.” His mouth crashed into mine, his lips firm. I grabbed his shirt and yanked him against me, meeting his angry kiss with my own.
