““Alright, Thomas,” I say jumping down off the counter, “let’s get one thing straight right now. I’m not your girlfriend. My inviting you to stay here is not some backasswards way of me telling you I want to be your girlfriend. Even if I were your girlfriend, no one, and I mean no one, is in control of me, except me. I want you, I won’t deny that, but you damn well want me too. So if you think you can absolve your fears of wanting me by making me beg you to take me, you’re sadly mistaken.” ””
