76: Sailor's Mouth

ADRIANA

Last night, I told Xander I wanted my own room. I accepted I was his prisoner, which he tried to spin around. You know, because he is a manipulative asshole.

“You are not a prisoner, darling.” He replied when I mentioned it. “If it makes you feel hotter, you know I’m supportive of your wants, so you can call yourself that. But you are in no way a prisoner to me.”

“Well, can I go outside?” I challenged, looking him in the eyes.

Xander smirked and shook his head no. “No.” He added without missing a beat.

“You’re a fucking clown.” I didn’t know when the words left my mouth.

I felt the need to cover my mouth with my hand after saying that. He always brings out that sailor’s mouth in me whenever he is close. So far the only person who manages to rile me up by doing the littlest things.

I never curse. When I was in my mother’s pack. There was never a reason to let my mouth turn bad.

But with Xander. He brought the worst in me like I said without even trying.

I never knew I had the t