Charlie studies my reaction and smirks, “Huh! I thought you’d be the least affected by it, being a prostitute and all. Guess I am wrong,” he says.
He walks away from me and approaches the gate. “You better come. I’m sure repeat partners are not allowed.”
I clench my fist and hide it inside my pocket. Now, he’s back to calling me a prostitute, huh? Annoyed, I turn my attention back to Lysander and say, “Well, you see what happened.”
There is a knowing smile on his face. “It’s—”
He’s not able to continue what he’s saying when I see Alman coming towards him and gives him a resounding smooch. Lysander throws the man from him, a couple of feet away from us. He’s visibly disgusted that I can’t help but grin.
“What’s funny?!” Lysander asks, visibly rattled.
“Is that your first kiss?” I ask
