|| Arabella ||

“Stop hitting me, you crazy girl!” Theo shouted as I kept beating him with a cushion.

“No,” I dragged out the word, not willing to back down at all.

Protecting his face with his forearms, he clamored, “At least get off me.”

“Never.” I was sitting on his chest. My knees were on his either side, locking him in a mount position. Tonight I was determined to teach him a lesson.

“You are heavy!”

“And you are evil!”

Theo managed to push away the pillow from my hand, so I started pummelling him with my fist.

“What the fuck is going on?” I stopped hitting Theo and...