Page 100 of Sinful Hearts

I mean, sweetJESUS. This is what I’m dealing with. How do you even respond to that? And why thehelldoes it turn me on so much when he talks to me like this?

I simmer, squirming in my chair as heat pools between my thighs.

Me

We don’t have prom in the UK. At least, we didn’t when I was in school. We had school formals.

Hades

that sounds like prom but with pinkies out and a guy called Jeeves taking your coat and riding boots at the door

Me

lol. We were poor, and so was the school I went to. My formal was biscuits and fruit punch served off a folding table in the gymnasium with a bad DJ. And then an afterparty at a sketchy motel where everyone could screw.

I chew on my lip as I make an addition to my last text.

Me

I mean, obviously not EVERYONE. I’m pretty sure I was too busy telling everyone not to get drunk to do any of that, lol.

Hades

You mean too busy to screw guys

I roll my eyes. I can almostfeelhis possessive glare through the phone.

Me

Oh, no, I did a ton of that. Dick all night. The whole rugby team, actually. Choo-choo!

There’s no response for a full minute. I grin.

Me

You KNOW I’m joking. What are you doing, sulking?

Hades

I do know you’re joking but don’t

I roll my eyes again.

Me

And why is that?

Hades

because I don’t even want you joking about being with other men

Oh. My. God. Possessive much?

Me

Why?

Hades

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