Page 154 of Scrimmage

“You’re definitely sweetening the deal.” I dig in, swallowing the waffles in huge bites. “I don’t mind taking my sex with a side of waffles.”

He watches me stuff my face until I realize he isn’t eating. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“What? Can’t watch my girlfriend eat breakfast?”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“So you don’t want to date me?”

I chug some water. “No. We’re nothing alike."

“How so?”

“I’m tired, Armory. This is great, but you’ve clearly had too many concussions. Maybe go to sleep and don’t wake up.”

“I dare you to go on a date with me,” he challenges.

“Oh my God,” I mutter under my breath, stabbing another piece of fluffy goodness.

“You like me.”

“Yes, you have a fantastic dick, and I like your hand around my throat. Happy?”

“What’s the problem?” he continues.

“The problem,” I grit my teeth, “Is that I’m not some football groupie whore.”

He leans against the headboard and crosses his arms. “No, you’re not.”

I smack my hand onto my forehead. “Oh, I get it. Not like other girls. I see. You’re bothered because I won’t chase you. So then you come and force yourself into my life to try to force me to chase you.”

“Just go on a date with me.”

“No.”

“One date.”

“You’re not going to let me eat waffles in peace, are you?”

“Not a chance. One date. If you hate it, we can limit it to shit like this.”

“And when I hate it you’re still going to dick me down and feed me waffles?” I laugh.

“I will.”

I chew slowly, mulling it over. “Fine. One date. Better try your hardest so I can laugh in your face when it all goes wrong.”

He stabs his fork into a piece and steals it. “You keep thinking that, but you’ll change your mind.”

“What do you mean?” I pause. When I look back at him those coal eyes have returned. There’s a darkness to him that entices me.

“You keep saying that you feel nothing for me, but you do." He shrugs. “You work hard, Ash, you really do, but I work harder.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that I like picking you up from a party. I like waking up next to you. I like watching you purposefully pour syrup all over my sheets even though it bugs me. I like the sex, too. I’m taking you on a date, and it’s going to be the best fucking date you’ve ever been on.”

“Whatever makes you give me waffles and dick.”

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