Luv Shuv in New York (Luv Shuv, #1)

by N.M. Patel

“If I take your last name, my name would be Akira White,” she said, and snorted again. “The fucking irony.” A loud laugh burst out of me. She again mumbled “Akira White” and snorted. Mumbled. Snorted. Mumbled. Snorted.