“Fuck you, Azlan.” I squish her apple cheeks and place a hard kiss on the left one. Snap! “Gross!” Alina recoils in disgust and shoves me aside, her warmth vanishing from my thighs. She vigorously rubs the spot where I voluntarily kissed her. “What the fuck, Azeer?” Yeah, what the fuck, Azeer? “You touched my lips with your disease-ridden hands.” “But I didn’t kiss you!” “You wish.” I run a thumb over my bottom lip, grinning at her rapid blinking and the pink flush spreading over her cheeks. “You taste like lemon cake, Nuisance.” She kicks my calf and storms off.
