Short story for fun. I hope you guys enjoy.
Two weeks ago…
“Get out of my way.” I try to shove his six-foot body of out my way. I am not letting him take this away from me.
“I am taking you home,” he states definitively as my efforts to move him are doing me no good.
Damn him and his well-built body.
“No!” I stop my feet. I know it is childish, but I finally got invited to a boat party, I don’t want to miss this chance.
“Ella, we are going home.” He doesn’t budge, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
That is not fair. He was going to go there himself, but I can’t go? What kind of hypocrisy is this?
“No.” I cross my arms under my own chest just like him. The boat is right there, I just need to get past him.
“No?” He lets out an amused chuckle.