Page 73 of Spiritwarrior

“Don’t worry; I’ve never forced myself on a woman, and I don’t plan to start with you.”

“Then how do you plan to go to bed with me?”

“You’ll invite me.”

She laughed at him.

Jody ignored her laughter.

“You won’t be able to help yourself, just as I haven’t been able to help myself from wanting you. I have since the moment I saw you.”

He should have realized her innocence from how embarrassed she became each time he mentioned his reaction to her.

“From what I see, you don’t take having a soul mate seriously when it isn’t convenient for you to have one. How many times have you used that excuse to party hearty, and then feel good about yourself when you walked away?”

He’d had enough of hiding the truth from her. Silas had advised him to be honest, to show her the real him.

“I’m your soul mate.”

“I don’t believe in soul mates.”

“Let me say it another way that you can believe. You’re mine.”

She stared at him unblinkingly for so long that he was beginning to wonder what she was thinking. Then she unexpectedly went to the couch, picked up a throw pillow, and started hitting him.

He wished he had kept his mouth shut.

“I’m not yours, you big doofus. If I really were your soul mate, I would jump off a skyscraper!”

Jody tried to take the pillow away from her, only to find himself doubled over in pain, going to his knees. Grabbing his balls, he wanted to howl in pain, except he was in such excruciating pain he couldn’t make a sound.

“Aw … Does that hurt?”

Jody managed to open his eyes as she provoked him, knowing he was in too much pain to do anything about it.

“Do you still think I’m your soul mate?” Taunting him, she held the pillow like it was a baseball bat. “You’re mine?” she mimicked him. “How many women have you used that line on?”

He thought it prudent to remain silent.

“Am I supposed to lie down and beg you to have sex with me?” The vindictive woman whomped him with the pillow as she screamed at him.

“I’m really starting to hate men. I had the worst father, whose idea of affection was to use a spatula when I did something he didn’t like. If he wasn’t enough of a prime example of mankind, I met Kirk, who acted like he really cared for me until we went out on a third date and he ditched me at a steakhouse, leaving me to pay for an expensive meal. If that wasn’t enough, I met Jorge. He was arealwinner …”

Jody guessed he wasn’t from the scorn-filled voice that was shouting at him.

“He stole my car on our first date. Mark was almost as bad. When I didn’t have sex with him on our first date, he sent me a text saying I was too ugly to fuck, anyway.”

She bopped him on his shoulder when she walked around him. “I’m not a fool! You were flirting with Chasity! I have glasses. She practically stripped to show you her tits!”

“I was not flirting with her,” he said hoarsely.

That earned him another bop.

“Don’t lie!” she screeched louder at him.

She went to the door and slid on her flip flops before coming back to him to whack him with the pillow. “I’m going for a walk, and when I get back, you better be gone!”

Jody had had enough. Before she could draw back, he grabbed her by the wrist to pull her down onto the floor.

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