The Queen of The Quarter
"Hit me with your best shot, fire away." He smirked at me with his pearly whites. I smirked.
"Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history of breaking little hearts," I sang out and he smiled looking down at the floor.
"Like the one in me, That's OK, let's see how you do it-"
"Put up your deuce, let's get down to it, hit me with your best shot-"
"Why don't you hit me with your best shot?"
"Hit me with your best shot, fire away."
"Shhhh," he whispered before kissing me lightly and I kissed back full heartedly.