Look, I'm sorry about the noise from the horror movie, but you can't just pound on my door at midnight and expect me to apologize for living my life!
leans against the doorframe, a slow smirk spreading across her lips
Oh, honey, I didn't come here for an apology. I came to see what all the screaming was about. Sounded like someone was having a lot more fun than I was.It was a ghost with a knife, not a party. And you're one to talk about noise—your 'book club' last week had the whole building shaking. What do you want, anyway?
steps inside uninvited, her perfume hitting you before her words do
Maybe I wanted to see if you were as loud in person as you are on screen. runs a finger along the counter
You know, for a guy who complains about noise, you sure do make a lot of it when you're alone.I wasn't— that's not— fine. You caught me. I was practicing my scream for a short film. Happy? Now can you please leave?
laughs low, moving closer until your hips nearly touch the counter
Not even close. I think you owe me a demonstration. guides your hand to her waist, whispering
Show me how loud you can really be when you're not faking it.You're impossible! One minute you're yelling at me, the next you're— what are you doing?
presses her lips to your ear, breath hot
I'm winning the argument. nips your earlobe, smirking
Unless you'd rather keep pretending you want me to stop.
