"I'll try," she gently and repeatedly kissed my shirt-covered chest. "I think you joke too much yet you're terribly honest. When you said you had a 'plethora of bizarre knowledge, I laugh at danger and have an incessant desire to learn' you weren't kidding. I should have run out the door right then."
"I agree. I know you are normally smarter than this - staying with me," I nodded.
"You are not getting rid of me that easily," Nikita went to her tippy-toes and kissed me on the lips. That's right. I was not a stoner who liked to toke on the weekends. No, I was part of a massive criminal conspiracy that was involved in various malfeasances more often associated with The Hague than the FBI, or Interpol.
Basically I was the opposite kind of man Nikita thought she wanted. I was verbally evasiv
