Ohmigod! Another direct hit.
He had to stop talking. I had to make him stop talking.
“Mitch –”
“Oh no, Mara, you wanna talk, we’re talkin’. We’re gettin’ this shit outta the way and we’re doin’ it fast so we don’t lose our reservation.”
I stared up at him and then glared up at him. “Yes, I want to talk but you’re the one who’s doing all the talking.”
“That’s because I can see from your face I don’t give a shit what you have to say.”
My glare heated up and I asked, “Did you just say that?”
“Yep,” he replied without hesitation.
“What I have to say is just as important as what you have to say,” I informed him.
“No, what you have to say will be f**ked up and twisted and I’m not gonna stand here listenin’ to you f**k up and twist what has been a really good f**kin’ week, Billie freaking out and hurling notwithstanding. And I’m not gonna stand here listening to it because we’ve had a really good week because somehow I managed to pull your head outta your ass so we could have that good week and because right now you look f**king unbelievable. I’m hungry and I wanna eat. And I wanna do it sittin’ across a table from you looking like you do right now. Then I wanna bring you home, figure out how to get you out of that sexy-as-hell top and see if I can get you to let you go enough so you’ll let me f**k you in those even sexier f**kin’ shoes.”
I glared at him even though his words seared through me like wildfire.
Then I declared, “This is insane.”
“I’d ask why you think that except I don’t care,” he shot back.
“I think that because it’s insane!” I snapped.
“Jesus, Mara,” he gritted.
I got down to it. “People like you don’t spend time with, go out with or have sex with people like me.”
As the words came out of my mouth, his face went hard.
Then when I was done, he sucked in breath and his head tipped back so all I could see was the column of his throat and the underside of his strong jaw before he muttered to the ceiling, “Jesus, f**k, she’s back there again.” Then before I could say a word, his chin dipped down, his glittering, dark eyes came to mine and his arms gave me a firm squeeze when he replied, “Baby, I’d probably find whatever twisted, f**ked up reason you spewed that shit interesting if I was gonna listen to whatever twisted, f**ked up reason you spewed that shit which I’m not gonna do. And I’m not gonna do it because I’ve already listened to you spewing that twisted, f**ked up shit. I didn’t agree with you then. I don’t agree with you now. But now, I got the last week to prove that I’m right and you are f**kin’ wrong.”
“Mitch!” I yelled. “This is not going to work.”
“It’s been workin’ for a week,” he pointed out.
“That’s because I’ve been living in a dream world,” I returned and his brows shot together.
“What the f**k?” he whispered.
“This isn’t the real world, Mitch,” I informed him.
“It is, Mara,” he informed me.
“It isn’t going to work!” I cried, getting desperate.
His eyes moved over my face and he studied me a moment before he noted softly, “I see, you’ve wrapped yourself in your cocoon and you’re not lettin’ go.”
“No,” I totally lied. “I just know it isn’t going to work.”
“How can you know that when you haven’t let go long enough to try and make it work for longer than a f**kin’ week?”
“I already told you how. People like you don’t spend time with people like me!” I fired back.
“Yeah, Mara, and I already explained this shit to you. I don’t care that your cousin is an assclown, your Mom and aunt are nightmares and don’t mind lettin’ everyone know it and you’ve got a juvie record.” Mitch returned and my body turned to stone.