Well, almost silence. I could hear our heavy breaths hammering into the air around us. Shock ricocheted through me. I sat there, blinking for a few seconds and trying to figure out if I’d imagined it. One move of my jaw proved that the slight sting was still there. I finally turned my head, slowly, nostrils flaring as heat throbbed painfully inside me. My eyes connected with Demi’s shocked gaze. My nostrils flared again as I struggled to stay in control. “Take…me…back,” she ordered, her voice tiny but furious as she panted so hard that I was sure her breasts were going to spill out the top of that dress. “You can smack me all you want. Hell, I might even deserve it at this point. Regardless, the answer is still going to be resounding no.” The sound of another smack rang out but I barely felt this one connect with my face. This time, I didn’t wait. When her hand connected I moved instantly, thought processes that skirted around logical escaping me as pure instinct took over.
