" I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." 

  Damn.

  Talk about a boner killer. 

 I don't know if she's lying or telling the truth, but I sure as hell feel like shit at her rejection. With my hands in my pockets, I stare at, clearly and intently watch her. Wondering why she's so different? Wondering why she had to make me chase her, pursue her, when sometimes she stares at me like she wants me to have my way with her. Like she wants me...