The officer asks me if I want to press charges against Trent and I glare at him like he’s grown an arm out of his ass.

I set the water to its hottest setting, wishing it was labeled, “boil the hell out of any living organism.

Now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that the bastard is going to affect me whether I like it or not, he’s even hotter than before.

What were you thinking?”

“Not much, clearly.”I hear the exasperation in Kacey’s voice.

“I don’t know about you, Livie . . . Sometimes you’re as graceful as a one-legged flamingo in a pit of quicksand.

And if that’s all he’s looking for then we’ll set fire to his balls.”
“What?” Storm’s face twists in a mixture of shock and amusement.
I shrug. “What can I say, Storm? I’m into some weird shit.

There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath. And he wants it.