"f**k" Karime whispers.
I laugh, "You took the word right out of my mouth, baby."
I pull my hands out from under her clothes. She sighs when I do as if she was also disappointed as I am, that we were interrupted by her nosy mother leech.
Karime straightens her clothes and looks at herself in the mirror, patting down her hair.
"No matter what you do, you still look breathtaking," I say to her. I make her blush and smile.
Who knew?
I always thought that romantic s**t was so not me. I saw how other males would say silly things like I just did and have the females falling all over their words. I never had to use such tactics. I saw it as a fool-thing to do.
But with Karime it is different. I want to say sweet things to her. I want to make her smile and show her what she means to me
