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“Why are you mad?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest.

She sits up, and grabs the whiteboard, angrily writing on it. Flipping it over,I’m trying to sleep, asshole.

“Good one, now tell me the truth.”

She’s going to be stubborn, and from the flick in her brow and the staring contest she’s playing with me, she’s either going to throw a fit or I’m going to get stabbed,again.

“I can be a very patient man, but don’t forget I’m a killer, Sunshine. So, when I ask you what’s wrong, you either tell me or I will force it out of you.” Not sure how I plan on forcing it out of her. Maybe give her an orgasm. Bet she’s never had one of those before. Not with how wound up she is.

Blake erases the board, writing faster than I’ve seen before.

What are you going to do, torture me? Been there done that, ASSHOLE.

I laugh, she’s funny.

And when she erases the board again and writes,ASSHOLE, YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE.

I bend at the waist, holding my side as I barely contain my laughter. I’m not even sure why I’m laughing, but knowing it’s bothering her, maybe it’ll be enough that she’ll snap and tell me.

“Oh, baby, this is nothing new. But this isn’t why you’re upset with me.”

I don’t think that’s why she’s mad at me. I’ve been an asshole to her since the beginning. There was nothing special that I did that would cause her to be mad at me right now.

“Why are you mad at me?” I ask again, stepping forward.

Blake erases the whiteboard harsher than necessary, glaring at me the entire time. Her green eyes shine just a bit more when she’s upset, and she forces the marker down harder, writing too angrily.

You didn’t kiss me.

I cock myhead to the side, frowning. I didn’t kiss her? When had she wanted me to kiss her? We’ve been driving for hours, not that I wouldn’t have leaned over and dropped one on her. I definitely would have if I didn’t think she’d stab me or pop my eye out.

“Blake, I…”

Aggressively she writes,gas station.

What is she talking about? We both used the restroom, I waited for her and when she came out, I noticed she was no longer wearing her hood up. I had been so distracted that I barely remember much until we got to the car.

“I…I’m sorry I’m blanking on what you’re talking about.” I frown, uncrossing my arms.

You didn’t kiss me in the gas station. You dropped my hand.

Again, I’m lost, unsure what she’s even talking about…oh fuck.I told her she looked beautiful, and that she should keep her hood off. I was going to kiss her, I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure how she would feel.

“Blake, I can expl—” The whiteboard hits my chest, chattering to the ground. Blake’s eyes widen as she realizes what she’s done.

Everything happens at once, and Blake shoves up from the bed, running for the bathroom. She doesn’t even get two feet on the ground before my arms wrap around her middle, lifting her off the ground.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl.

Blake bucks against me, her arms flying around. I’ll give her credit, she’s trying to get the upper hand, but I have more than a hundred pounds on her and years of training.

Twisting her around, I slam her body against the bed, settling between her legs. Blake’s eyes widen, but she stops fighting against me. Grabbing her wrists, I lift them above her head, not wanting to get stabbed if she can somehow reach into her pocket and produce those scissors.

“Throwing things at others isn’t very nice, Sunshine,” I mutter. Blake turns her head away from me, and I grip her jaw with my other hand forcing her to look at me. “If you want to kiss me, then all you have to do is just that, Sunshine.”

I’m not one to care if someone else is mad at me. Usually, it’s the one I’m moments from murdering that is angry. But I can’t stand her being upset, especially at me.

Blake thinks about it for a minute before she pushes her lips out.