“Give me ya fucking hand, love,” Asif stated sternly when I moved from his attempt to hold my hand. Intertwining our fingers, he tugged me closer and bent down to whisper, “I get you mad, but you not gon’ be walking off all far where I can’t fucking see you. Even when you mean as fuck, I still love you, and I’ll turn Vegas the fuck out if some shit happen to you.”
Iktr!
