Page 92 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

He chuckles, pulling away and smirking up at me. “Got a taste and now you can’t get enough of me, huh?”

Moment ruined.

I roll my eyes and try to wiggle away, but he holds me in place.

“I’m teasing, I’m teasing. Don’t go. I like the feeling of you up here. You feel good.”

“Well, you ruined it, so”—I throw my hands in the air, then cross them over my chest—“might as well ask me what you were going to ask me.”

He nods toward the other side of the room. “What’s with the hole in the wall?”

I feel the color drain from my face.

Shit.My clit vibrator hole.

“Uh…”

Think of something. Think of something!

“The apartment came like that.”

He tucks his lips together, trying not to laugh at that. “It came with a hole in the wall, huh?”

“Yep. It’s decorative. Yours didn’t come with that?”

Why the hell are you doubling down on this?!

“That’s what you’re going with?”

“Going with?” I push my chest out. “It’s the truth.”

“Uh-huh. It has nothing to do with the night you were in here masturbating and chucked something at the door when I scared you.”

My mouth drops open.

He chuckles and reaches out with two fingers, pushing it closed.

“How did you know that?!”

Another laugh. “Well, I wasn’t sure, but I am now.”

I glower at him. “Thisis why I hate you.”

“No it’s not.”

“How did you come to the conclusion that I was masturbating?”

“You definitely said my name when I walked by your room. You slung something at the door, and it was obvious you were startled, which means you were doing somethingnaughty. I just put two and two together and assumed you were in there flicking your bean and thinking about me.”

“Okay, first, absolutelynobodycalls it that. It is notcalled a bean, and you certainly do not flick it. Do noteverflick my clit.” I jam my finger into his chest with every word. “And second, do you really think I was masturbating to you and said your name when I came?”

“Absolutely.”

He says it so confidently. He’s so damn sure.

It’s annoying how cocky he is.

And so fucking hot.