She must've felt pretty satisfied with that hit, because she then humphed and began to swim her laps. I held my cheek and groaned. It'd been a while, so I'd forgotten how hard girls can hit. I flexed my jaw around and began to walk away with a confused look in my eyes.

This wasn't me. I wasn't like some womanizer that just walked up to girls and put my hands all over them. I mean, in a perfect world I'd be able to just do that and get away with it as I pleased, but that's not how things worked. That's not how I worked. Realizing what an ass...