BAD REPUTATION
“Good,” he choked out, his body trembling as he ground his weight against her, the heavy denim of his jeans a cruel barrier to the relief he craved. He wanted to lose himself in her until the rest of the world—the ex, the hurt, the distance—simply ceased to exist. “Maybe you’ll hate me enough to end this,” he hissed against her skin, his grip tightening. “To rid me of this goddamn torture of wanting you. Of not being able to fucking breathe without thinking of you. Of hating myself for being stupid enough to ever let you walk away.”