"What about you?" She asked me.
"Me?" I asked. "I'm not fu.cking Mia."
Otti chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, a blush starting to form on her cheeks.
"W-what a-about Gianna? Or.... a-anyone else?" She asked, trying to sound brave.
I smirked at her.
"Are you trying to ask me if I'm cheating on you, Otter? I'm offended." I teased.
Otti rolled her eyes and pushed my chest. I dropped my hand from her face as I laughed. I didn't let go of her hand though.
"We aren't together for it to be considered cheating," she muttered.
"Alright, fair," I replied. "But no, I'm not even entertaining anyone aside from you. This sh.it is complicated enough for me."
Otti snorted.
"No kidding," she mumbled. "It's so confusing."
I looked into her eyes again.
"Yeah, it is," I muttered. "But it feel
