Pain is Pleasure

I think I went too far this time. He’s pissed. Beyond pissed. 

Normally he doesn’t mind my casual flirting. But tonight? Tonight goes way past the level of me not giving a fuck. If looks could kill, I'd be casket sharp right now with my friends and family mourning the loss of their beloved. But fuck all that. He had it coming. He’s angrily pumping the gas. If he does it any rougher he’ll break the nozzle off in the tank of his pretty red Camaro. 

I had no words for him. Silence would be his fate from now until I felt like he deserved to hear me speak. I’m used to seeing him act a little jealous when we’re out, but the way he snatched me up out the club’s emergency exit doors after my stunt gave jealous a new meaning.