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He finally stared down at me, his lips crooked and his
eyes lit with mischief. “So, you agree, you’re a pain in my
ass?”
Me, a pain in his ass? This was the joke of the century.
“I’m not roses, Maddox. If you’re going to make my life
difficult, I’m going to be the thorn that pricks you. Don’t
expect me to be all smiles, hearts and googly eyes. I’m not
that girl.”
He kept the toothpick in the corner of his mouth as he
spoke. “I know you’re not.”
When I didn’t answer, he slowly rolled the sleeves of his
white shirt up to his elbow. The same arm I bit yesterday.
He shoved his arm into my face and a huge, red bite mark
stared back at me.
My eyes widened at the angry looking mark. I grabbed
his forearm for a closer inspection. That couldn’t be from
when… I bit him, right?
"You hurt me,” he said again.
I… did.
“Look at it. It hurts so bad; my arm has been aching the
whole time.”
My gaze flew up to his, and I would have thought he was
serious if I didn’t notice the twinkle in his eyes.
“I don’t remember biting you that hard, and it was
yesterday morning. It’s been a whole twenty-four hours. It’s
impossible that the bite mark would still look like this,
except if…”
I let my words trail off, and I squinted at him, now
suspicious.
“You think I bit myself? Damn, Garcia, you really are
cruel. Why would I cause such pain to myself when I have
you to do it?”
He shoved his arm in my face again. “Now kiss it
better,” Maddox demanded, “or, I'll tell the principal you bit
me.”
Sweet Jesus, he really was impossible.