And more.I’m not in the mood and I move out of the way of his mouth. He grunts and pulls back, glaring down into my eyes. “You want this or not? You asked me to come in with you.”“That doesn’t mean I want to make out. I just wanted to get out of there.”“Cause your friend is making it with Jen?”I look away.“Oh, I see. You’re using me.” His eyes narrow.I shrug. “You got a problem with that?”“Not necessarily. What do I get?”“Not what you want.” I push one of his arms away and try to walk off but he traps me against the fridge again. My body tenses. I don’t like being pushed around. I don’t like any proof that someone else is stronger. I don’t want to try and get away again only to fail. I want to hit him in the balls. I look outside to see Ryan talking with Jen. Looks like he got her off after all. He’s a stronger personality than he looks. I like his ponytail.“You’re zoning out.”“And you’re pissing me off.” I glare up at Garrett. “This isn’t going anywhere.
