AVALINE

He only arched a brow at me and glanced between his feet where I was supposed to be.

And because I was already so embarrassed, all I wanted was for him to leave. So I followed his earlier command.

I snatched his t-shirt and glared at him.

“Hate counts as a feeling. We can hate-fuck,” he offered.

I ignored that. I brought together the neckline and hem of his t-shirt for easy wearing. I lifted my hand, and he lowered his head so I could reach him. Once the shirt was around his neck, I ...