The Bully And Me
With a click from the remote in his hand, the fan whirs to life, and my bra spins around the room—this is what I get for dating a bully!
"Brandon!" I cry out in frustration.
"I guess you will have to climb up and get it," he suggests with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
I glare back at him...until an idea forms in my head. Brandon is pretty tall, right? I seize him up, and his grin disappears.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Without giving him an answer, I place my hands on his naked chest and jump—he catches me by instinct. Ha! Now I'm in his arms and glaring almost directly into his eyes.