“I like it when you call me sweetheart.” she said, tracing circles against my chest with her fingertip, “I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re being condescending most of the time, but I still like it.”
I just kept stroking her hair with a gentle rhythm. or if you want to date Becky, or anyone else. I didn’t even know what to think about this. I don’t blame you for feeling like that. Let me think.” she said, her tone more serious. It was getting harder to resist sleep, and I didn’t have a problem with listening to her, but I wouldn’t sit and endure her dancing around it. She might have ended up a victim. “Um…I like when you…when you pet my hair like this.” she said nervously, “But I also like it when you try to yank it out of my scalp, so…”
I stopped petting her. Something about all this was making me uncomfortable. “That…uh, that fourth one…”
I remembered the wild, animal ferocity I’d attacked her with, just pinning her and using her body to abate my