"Get off heavy" I pushed his shoulder, but he didn't move his head from the crook of my neck. I was trying to read the laptop screen that I greedily kept covered as much as I could with my hands, which isn't much.
"I want to see what blasphemies you are talking about me" he replied and took my hands in his. He made the feint to fight, but he knew it was impossible, he always got what he wanted, especially if it was from me "Let's see ..." He began to read and I had fun looking at his gestures. I knew from each of them what he was reading. I knew him too well "You're an exaggeration!" He widened his eyes "That's not what happened" He protested.
He always had a complaint between his lips.
"Tell me. Tell me what I have written is a lie. That was all that happened and you know it" I narrowe
