“Why on Earth would I want to put miles on my precious Cullinan for you?” Azeer snorts, his laugh both sexy and aggravatingly pathetic at the same time. I shoot him a look of disdain. “And why would I share my late-night playlists with you?” He rolls his eyes and begins typing a response, his usual whining and judgemental tone on display. “Let’s be real here, Nuisance. Your taste in music is hands-down one of the worst things about you. Do you even understand Korean or Japanese?” “That’s rich coming from someone who listens to Gregorian chants.” Azeer shrugs nonchalantly. “Sue me for attending
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