Plus One
"I don't have a Bible."
A sly smirk pulls at his lips. "Naughty girl," he whispers. "Now, let's go through my rules," he grabs a notebook off my end table. The cover of it displaying a middle finger, and he flips it to a blank page. Using his teeth, he pulls the cap off the pen.
"What about my rules," I ask, not entirely sure what my rules would consist of, but I should have rules. I need rules. Damn, I have to come up with some rules.