“You don’t play fair,” Titus said.
“Neither do you,” Amita replied.
“Women talk. I know about you and your brother, always on the prowl. And getting it, more often than not. I’m still not going to bed with you, Titus.”
“It’s just a sandwich,” he stated angrily. “And a dance. If I just wanted to get you into bed, I’d be putting the moves on you like Silas is your sister. Do you see me standing here with my tongue down your throat?”
Amita hopped up, her drink spilling on the ground. “Is that what he’s doing? Putting the moves on my sister?”
“Well, fucking duh, Amita! What do you think?”
“I think he’s one of those selfish dicks you talked about.”
“Sometimes, yeah. Every man is from time to time. If he’s not, check his pulse, he’s probably dead.”
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