"I'd like to see you try it," she growled back, eyes narrowing.
"Parvati is rational and doesn't jump to conclusions?" she barked, letting out a bitter laugh. "You have got to be kidding me! Have you met Parvati?!" In fact, Parvati was one of the most irrational, insane people Megan had ever met. Generally speaking, it was in a good way, but sometimes it was a bit scary.
"You ARE that kind of bloke, Spencer, and it took our break-up from that stupid relationship to realize it! You're an insensitive, immature, playboy who runs at the mention of commitment! Sometimes it blows my mind that I saw anything in you at all!" Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh, but he had brought it upon himself with all his proclomations of innocence.
Megan had forgotten what a brilliant kisser Spencer was. She supposed he should be after years of practicing. "It's fine," she mumbled quietly, not paying much attention to what he said, far too distracted by the feeling of his hands as they skimmed across her back. Her hands reached down to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it upward.