bloodandtitanium:

“Ow—jesus!" 

The desired shirt fell to the floor as Erika stumbled backwards in an effort to twist out of Dylan’s tightening hand. While he continued to smile smugly and bend down to retrieve his shirt, Erika reached out and punched him the breast. 

"Asshole." 

Success was short lived as Dylan lurched forward, winded by the sudden hit. How had he not expected that? He pulled the shirt over his head regardless, ignoring the way his torso ached as he did. 

"At least I warned you. You’re welcome.”