"Explain to me again, why were you acting like we were a thing in front of Ilia? And no, to f**k with him, is not good enough answer." - I asked Mikey, throwing another pair of pants at the suitcase.
When no suitable answer, other than his sinister chuckle, came from him, I turned with a glare. But it was for nothing, Mikey could disarm even my worst mood within seconds. And now, he was sitting with one leg hooked on his other knee, nonchalantly swirling my black bra on his finger, with a s**t-eating grin, like a two-year-old would sport after pranking his father.
"Seriously, Mikey, you made an already awkward moment even more unbearable. For Goddess's sake, the man wanted to talk with me… after we slept together… I mean about what? Compare experiences?" - I started rambling and reali
