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bustin' his balls to make things perfect for people, when they don't really give a shit about it either way...”
That made her look at him, with an exasperated glare.
“Well I give a shit about it.”
He grinned back at her, evidently pleased at finally having made her look his way.
And once you looked, it was hard to stop. Shirtless, you could see the ripple of his sculpted muscles of his waxed chest, just by the way he casually shifted his weight from leg to another.
He was devilishly handsome, too, with a head of thick, curly black hair, and robin-blue eyes.
“I know you do. That just makes it worse.”
She managed to pull her eyes away, and pretended the contents of her rapidly filling backpack were a more interesting sight.
“Just so you know, I have no idea what you mean by that.”
“Haha... don't let it worry you.”
He moved off to one side, and leaned against the cliff face they had camped in the shadow of last night. He stood there watching her, for a minute or two.
When he finally did speak again, it was in the same mocking tone as before.
“Anyway, about that make-out session we were discussing yesterday...”
Anne threw the empty tupperware box she'd been handling at him. He didn't bother to dodge, just letting it bounce off his midriff.
“Dammit Kyle, I thought I told you give it a rest about that...”
“You did, and I did. It's been a whole day.”
She pulled the strings of the backpack closed, and with a nervous clench of her fists, realized there was nothing more she could pretend to be doing around the campsite to keep from paying Kyle any attention. Everything was packed and stored away... except for the tupperware she'd just thrown at Kyle, which now lay at his feet.
Looks like there was no more avoiding the subject... or him.
She sighed. It felt like she'd be doing that a lot today, and they hadn't even started hiking. By the looks of things, it wouldn't be the last time either.
“Look, Kyle. That time at my birthday party was a mistake. I was drunk, and pissed off at... my idiot boyfriend. It didn't mean anything, and it's not going to happen again.”
Yesterday was pretty much the first time they'd seen each other since then, and she had broken up with Arnold in the meantime; Kyle clearly viewed it as his chance to pick up where they had left off. He kept dropping references to it while they walked, which she had to keep Noah from hearing.
Not that there was anything particularly disastrous about Noah finding out or anything. She'd just... rather he didn't, for some reason.
Kyle put on a face full of fake sorrow.
“Aww, c'mon Annie... I get enough of my parents calling me a mistake, I don't need to get it from you too...”
“Jesus, Kyle... I'm so... are you serious?”
“Of course not. Cus my birth wasn't a mistake, and neither was that time you stuck your tongue in my mouth.”
“You're a douchebag, Kyle. I hope you know that. ...and also, don't call me Annie.”
“I wouldn't mind being a douchebag, actually. I mean, it's one way to get into your pussy... Although, on balance, I think I'll stick with what I've got... 'Cus I'm already packing something that can fulfill that function, and is a lot more fun than a plastic hygiene tool...”
At this point, Anne didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. She grabbed her backpack, unable to deal with this foul-mouthed hunk of a fool any longer, before remembering that Noah wouldn't know where to find them if they didn't wait for him here...
“Ok, Kyle, I give up.”
“Awesome! You'll let m–”
“Shut up, Kyle. I just can't bear to have you keep pestering me like this. What, within reason, can I do to get you to stop giving me shit, at least for a couple of days? And NO Kyle, I'm not gonna let you fuck me...”
“Aww... that's what I was going–”
“I know that's what you
That made her look at him, with an exasperated glare.
“Well I give a shit about it.”
He grinned back at her, evidently pleased at finally having made her look his way.
And once you looked, it was hard to stop. Shirtless, you could see the ripple of his sculpted muscles of his waxed chest, just by the way he casually shifted his weight from leg to another.
He was devilishly handsome, too, with a head of thick, curly black hair, and robin-blue eyes.
“I know you do. That just makes it worse.”
She managed to pull her eyes away, and pretended the contents of her rapidly filling backpack were a more interesting sight.
“Just so you know, I have no idea what you mean by that.”
“Haha... don't let it worry you.”
He moved off to one side, and leaned against the cliff face they had camped in the shadow of last night. He stood there watching her, for a minute or two.
When he finally did speak again, it was in the same mocking tone as before.
“Anyway, about that make-out session we were discussing yesterday...”
Anne threw the empty tupperware box she'd been handling at him. He didn't bother to dodge, just letting it bounce off his midriff.
“Dammit Kyle, I thought I told you give it a rest about that...”
“You did, and I did. It's been a whole day.”
She pulled the strings of the backpack closed, and with a nervous clench of her fists, realized there was nothing more she could pretend to be doing around the campsite to keep from paying Kyle any attention. Everything was packed and stored away... except for the tupperware she'd just thrown at Kyle, which now lay at his feet.
Looks like there was no more avoiding the subject... or him.
She sighed. It felt like she'd be doing that a lot today, and they hadn't even started hiking. By the looks of things, it wouldn't be the last time either.
“Look, Kyle. That time at my birthday party was a mistake. I was drunk, and pissed off at... my idiot boyfriend. It didn't mean anything, and it's not going to happen again.”
Yesterday was pretty much the first time they'd seen each other since then, and she had broken up with Arnold in the meantime; Kyle clearly viewed it as his chance to pick up where they had left off. He kept dropping references to it while they walked, which she had to keep Noah from hearing.
Not that there was anything particularly disastrous about Noah finding out or anything. She'd just... rather he didn't, for some reason.
Kyle put on a face full of fake sorrow.
“Aww, c'mon Annie... I get enough of my parents calling me a mistake, I don't need to get it from you too...”
“Jesus, Kyle... I'm so... are you serious?”
“Of course not. Cus my birth wasn't a mistake, and neither was that time you stuck your tongue in my mouth.”
“You're a douchebag, Kyle. I hope you know that. ...and also, don't call me Annie.”
“I wouldn't mind being a douchebag, actually. I mean, it's one way to get into your pussy... Although, on balance, I think I'll stick with what I've got... 'Cus I'm already packing something that can fulfill that function, and is a lot more fun than a plastic hygiene tool...”
At this point, Anne didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. She grabbed her backpack, unable to deal with this foul-mouthed hunk of a fool any longer, before remembering that Noah wouldn't know where to find them if they didn't wait for him here...
“Ok, Kyle, I give up.”
“Awesome! You'll let m–”
“Shut up, Kyle. I just can't bear to have you keep pestering me like this. What, within reason, can I do to get you to stop giving me shit, at least for a couple of days? And NO Kyle, I'm not gonna let you fuck me...”
“Aww... that's what I was going–”
“I know that's what you
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