hybriistophiliac:

Morgan groaned in annoyance, trying to squirm away
from him, because as much as she  hated  to  admit
he was right about anything at the  moment, he  was.
And a part of her was disgusted by  it,  because even
though she had absolutely no  feelings  of  attraction
for   him,   she   was   almost  disappointed  that  his
actions were only another way  of  mocking  her. Her
stomach churned and she elbowed  him in  the  ribs
for  good  measure.

           ❝ You’re an asshole, and you smell like
                    a  distillery. You  should  shower. ❞

She’s upset, but there’s no real venom in her voice. 

             ❝ And, you wish I were that easy. What
                     are you doing out here anyway? ❞

     "Ooh, oh, ouch,“ he taunted and put a hand to
his chest, feigning pain. "God, Morgan, you know,
that really fuckin’ hurt. I think you owe me an apology
or something for those hurtful words.” In an outright
contradiction, Jeffrey was still laughing. As if he had
any reason to wish she was easy. 

     The fact of the matter was she was that easy. 
Enough to make even him worry sometimes, with the
scum they tended to hang out with, it would be a 
shame to see anything too serious happen to her
too soon. But in response to her question, Jeffrey
shrugged. “I don’t know. Looking for a date, I guess.”