“You still jealous about that?” “I’m not jealous.” “Whatever floats your boat, my lotus flower.” “Nikolai.” “Yes, baby?” “Don’t call me any of those nicknames in front of anyone else. Don’t act like you know me in public.” “But why? I want to hang out with you.” “I don’t. We’re not friends and this is only physical.” “We’ll see about that.” “What?” “What?” he repeats, pretending to be oblivious. “I want to see you all day.”
