Page 26 of Beautiful Defiance

“Leigh.”

“Don’t, Seven. I don’t need your pity or your mercy.”

“Then I won’t give it, but it doesn’t take away the obvious. You owe me for saving your life.”

Hard glint in her amber eyes. Locking of her jaw.

“Like I’ve said before, I’m not in the business of owing anyone anything.”

She marches to her bedroom and returns with a black plastic bag in her hands.

“Here’s your helmet and your pads. You’ll need them for practice.”

“What the hell?” I snatch the bag from her. “When did you steal these?”

“The night you saved me from Henry.”

“While I was sleeping?” She could’ve throttled me in my most vulnerable state.

“You weren’t home yet. I think you were at that party being paraded in front of by girls in barely there bikinis.”

My irritation drops a notch at what I’m hearing in her voice.

“Are you jealous?” A grin spans my face. Fuck’s sake, why does the idea give me a stiffy?

“Why would I be? We’re enemies.”

“Or we’re those kids who pick on one another at recess because we want to play tongue hockey.”

“As if.”

I drop the bag and cross my arms. “That’s immature, Leigh.”

“And saying things like tongue hockey isn’t?”

“What would you rather I say?”

“Something more mature.”

“Like swapping spit? Eat your face? French kissing?”

“That’s worse.”

“Or how about eating you out? Or making you come on my face? Or wetting my dick pounding inside your snatch bareback.”

“Now you’re being annoying and crass.”

“Should I be immature? Or annoying and crass?”

“How about you and your friends show the girls respect?”

“I will when they start respecting their bodies. Otherwise, it’ll be business as usual.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Good.”

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