castrate

Wow,_ Wesley said. We were lying in his bed only a few minutes after we__ finished, with a foot or more space between our bodies. __ definitely wasn__ expecting that.__od, he ruined everything when he talked. Annoyed, and still wading through the emotional repercussions, I sneered. __hat? Ashamed that you screwed the Duff?___o._ I was surprised by how serious he sounded. ____ never ashamed of anyone I sleep with. Sex is a natural chemical reaction. It always happens for a reason. Who am I to dictate who experiences the joy of sharing my bed?_ He didn__ see me roll my eyes as he continued. __o, I just meant that I__ shocked. I was honestly starting to believe that you hated me.___ do hate you,_ I assured him, kicking off the covers and moving to pick up my clothes.__ou must not hate me too much,_ Wesley said, rolling onto his elbow and watching me dress. __ou did pretty much throw yourself at me. Generally, hatred doesn__ inspire that kind of passion.__ pulled on my T-shirt. __elieve me, Wesley, I definitely hate you. I was just using you. You use people all the time, so I__ sure you understand._ I buttoned my jeans and grabbed my alligator clip from the nightstand. __his was fun, but if you ever tell anyone, I swear I__l castrate you.