Page 150 of The Way I Hate Him
And yup, that sweat trickles down my back.
“You know, did I say complexion? I meant your smile. Your smile reminds me of a daisy.”
“When was the last time you saw me smile?”
Great point.
“I don’t know, man,” I say, giving up because the more I talk, the more I’ll embarrass myself. “Just take them.” I step toward him but fail to notice the pink fire truck right in front of me.
I trip over it, attempt to catch my balance, but step on a smaller car and fly forward, bouquet stretched out in front of me and plaster the flowers right into Ryland’s chest, sending us both tumbling to the floor together.
“Ooof,” Ryland exhales while I mutter, “Christ,” under my breath, our arms and legs getting tangled together.
“Noo!” Mac screams at the top of her lungs and runs over to us. I have about one second to figure out what happened before a plush ball whacks me over the head with surprising force. “You get off him. Don’t touch Uncle Ry Ry.”
“Ouch, fuck,” I say as a hard piece of plastic surrounded by fur hits the side of my head.
Ryland struggles beneath me. I struggle on top of him with the flowers sandwiched between.
“Get up,” Ryland says, pushing at me.
“I can’t with the whacking.”
“Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him!” Mac screams, walloping me in the head over and over again.
“Jesus Christ,” I say as I attempt to roll but can’t navigate with the beating I’m taking to the head. I locate the floor with my hand and move my leg forward just as Ryland screams at the top of his lungs.
“Shit, that’s my dick.”
“What’s your di—”Klunk.I’m smacked in the eye with what I’m assuming is a stuffed animal. “Motherfucker,” I yell as I grip my eye. She caught it when it was open.
“Your knee,” Ryland groans. “Your knee is on my dick.”
“Get off his dick!” Mac screams.
“I don’t want to be on his dick.” I scramble but take another beating to the head, a one-two knock-knock.
“Don’t say dick,” Ryland groans.
“What the hell is going on down here?” Hattie says just as she pulls Mac away, ending the abuse and allowing me to roll to the side and lie flat on my back. As I stare up at the ceiling, my head pounds.
Ryland rolls the other way, giving us just enough room between us to no longer have any issues.
“That man was on Uncle Ry Ry’s dick.”
“Mac,” Ryland groans, crunched over. “I said don’t say dick.”
“I don’t even know what a dick is,” Mac replies, tossing her hands in the air. “How am I supposed to know?”
“Because I said don’t say dick.”
“Can we drop the dick talk?” Hattie asks.
From the horse snout to the eye, my vision is a little blurry, but from what I can see, Hattie is dressed in a pale-yellow floral sundress with thin straps and brown buttons all the way up to the middle. It’s tight around her torso but flares at her waist.Really fucking pretty.Her hair is down in soft waves with half of it pulled back on top into a messy bun, and her eyes look greener than ever with the way she accentuated them with her makeup.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
And she’s giving me the stink eye.
