Chapter 20
“Sere!” Ming yelled out. “Your boyfriend is here.”
I glanced up from my phone, glaring at her choice of words. Scrambling off the sofa, I stalked across the living room toward her. “He’s not my boyfriend!” Not in a million years.
Ming’s eyes went wide and, sensing what was coming, she backpedalled.
I cut her off from her path to the stairs, stuck my hands out, and tickled her.
“Oof—no! Please stop!” she gasped out in between bouts of uncontrollable squealing. “I take...it ba-ack!”
I withdrew my fingers, letting her breath catch up to her. When she finally calmed down, she shot me one of her dimpled smiles. “But you do like him, right?”
“Like shmike,” I muttered. Clearly I hadn’t tickled some sense into her. “I told you before—never getting into another relationship.”
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