Phuck Amy

“You can’t be here,” Amy whispered loud enough for the neighbors to hear through the cracked front door. “You can’t keep doing this,” Amy said through tears of exasperation.
“I’m not leaving, not this time,” I said, more assertive than is usually me.
“Do I need to get another restraining order?”
“Already have one.” I gave her a cocky wink and a devious smile.
“Look, whatever it is, the answer is no.”
“You’re not over me.”
“Am too!”
“Prove it,” I said, folding my arms and tilting my head. “Well, I’m waiting.”
“For what?”
“Tell me—”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me you hate me.”
“What?” Amy said, screwing up her face. “I’m not doing that.”
“See—”
“See what?”
“You still want me.”
“So do not!”
“Prove it.”
“Should I call the cops?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard; you’re going to be on life support as in supporting whatever we have for life.”
“Fine, I fucking love you to death,” Amy said. “Now come fuck me.”

(© 2022 AC)

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