" off," she growls into the phone, clenching her juice box. Leftover apple juice squirts everywhere, but she is beyond caring. "I don't ing care about you anymore."

"Now, Aerin," the voice on the other side on the line purrs, "you know that's not true. You'll always love me."

"No." The juice box is demolished, and Aerin grabs a second one, tearing off the straw and stabbing it into the thin foil. "I ing hate you. You're a ing , and I want nothing more to do with you, so just off."

The line is silent, and she can almost believe that he's gone, but no, that's not his style.

"Whatever you say, love," he finally chuckles. The sound of his voice is low and sensual, and Aerin can't help the image that flashes in her mind.

" off!" she roars, but he has already hung up.

author's note

Waggling eyebrows here. Who'd yall think it is? Why'd yall think she had such a reaction? Boi, she loves the phrase ' off', doesn't she? Yeah, here's a secret: I do too. Lol.