"Stop it," I grit out from behind my teeth, planting my hands against his chest and shoving him away. "'m fuckin' tired of getting pinned to fuckin' walls lately, okay? Just stop."

My gut twists but I force myself not to look away from him. "I don't want to fuckin' talk about this right now. I can't. I thought... I thought this was supposed to be fucking dinner. Why does it have to turn into this?"

A fucking date. Yeah, right.