I stare at him in disbelief as he takes a shot, and then I feel a strong hand grab the back of my neck and pull me upright. My vision blurs and then blurs even more when David McGuire removes a lime from my lips. Clearly, this is not a kiss. Not even close to a kiss. Still, I attempt to draw him back to me by shoving my hands down the front of his shirt.

Naturally, he refuses to budge. He simply gives me this look of disappointment. That person is "so effing simple to seduce."

It hurts to hear what they say, yet the pain just makes me...