I can feel my cheek going as red as a tomato. I’ve known Rory for a lot of things, but I never knew him as a dirty talker, and this awareness causes great turmoil down south.

“I specifically remember,” I spoke, summoning enough courage. “You telling me four hours ago that you weren’t those guys who didn’t care what women wanted.”

He shrugs carelessly. “I’m not, but when you push me, I can be a monster.” He snickers and I bite the inside of my lips.

“You really are,” I affirm coldly, nodding my head vigorously. “You’re a monster, but then again, I don’t care what you are, because I’m...