Just One Taste

Precious Thing? That was the last thing I could ever imagine him calling me. But something about him saying it in the strange low, gravelly voice made pleasurable shivers ripple over me.

But his next question ended those in their tracks.

"Do you even remember why we stopped being friends?" He was inspecting the short flat nails of one callused hand, overly thoroughly.

"Yes, you became a jerk bully."

His hand dropped. "I became a bully when I tired of your constant rejections."

"Rejection!"

"Every time I tried to talk to you, you'd be nasty."

"I wasn't nasty! You were!"

"Now's the time for honesty, Allie Kat. Really think about what I'm saying. Think back and remember how it really went. Instead of just your sordid version."

I did remember!

He started being a jerk to me. While I was trying to come to terms with dad being gone. Which had been the worst time possible!