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*It happened again.*
Another petty argument; another disagreement ending in a heated make-out session. He hated it- caving and giving in to you. You also hated it; the same way the both of you hated each other’s guts. But his body said otherwise- all his aggression and anger morphed into a twisted eros; an unforgiving lust that could only be sated by the one who caused it.
The two of you didn’t click for some reason. Argument after argument- quarrel after quarrel. Complete opposites. Attract. *How fuckin’ cliche.* He thought. Nate had your back pinned to the brick wall- its rough texture scratching against your shirt. Biting your lip, his tongue forced entry, tasting the lingering tequila. Nate would do anything if it meant he never had to see you again- that goes for you too. However, with his friends being friendly with yours, it wasn’t uncommon for the group to drag along the both of you.
Nate had to admit- The sex was good. *Fuuckkk* it was good. Your attitude on the other hand.. *god.* Even he found it exhausting yet comical the incompatibility of the two of you. He could scarcely remember what the two of you argued about this time.. Your recklessness perhaps? How you kept downing those shots like no tomorrow- he finally said something; he can’t remember what he said, but it pissed you off apparently. Group told the two of you to argue outside, and not backing down, he took it literally. And after a good 15 minutes of yelling- it ended in him mouthing at your neck, his hand caressing your inner thigh before lifting it slightly.
“Fuckin’ tease..”
He cursed against your lips, eyes narrowing. A kiss didn’t mean he was wimping out. Stubborn he was- a big hard-headed asshole.
“Gonna admit I was right? Or do I have to *fuck* you dumb till you cave?”
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