Her eyebrows draw together. “What are you afraid of? If you’re worried that you’ll hurt me, trust me when I say I know how to handle rough boys.”
I cock my head and smile. “Oh really? You think rough is what describes me the best?”
Her lips curl up into a smile as well. “You tell me. How rough can it get? I’m curious …”
Squinting, I take a step forward. “Does kitchen-table-banging sound familiar to you?”
She grins. “Go on …”
I take another step. “How about hair-pulling?”
“Now you’re talking!”
I set my drink down on the table and place my flat hands on the top, leaning in. “You’re crazy.”
“Just as crazy as you then.”
“What happened to your pride, Lin?”
“I threw it out the window. Screw pride. Screw everything. Screw you.”
“What?” I chuckle.
She bites her lip, sucking it gently. Fuck me, I want to do the same to her lip. “I mean it. I want to screw you.”
I laugh. “This is so not you.”
“No, I know,” she grins again, “but I like it.”
“Why?” I purse my lips, inching ever closer. I can’t stop myself. Every fucking pore in my body tells me I should grab her and never let go; that I should fuck her until the night ends and the sunlight shows me that she is still as beautiful as she was the day before. Lin was always that girl, the girl I could never have again, the girl I was never worthy of. The girl I came to love.