AZURA.
"I meant in a fight." I muttered.
He raised his eyebrow.
"That’s what I meant." He remarked. Wait no he… "Is your mind always in the gutter or do I simply get to you?"
Of course, you do. You damn annoying Rossi.
"Don’t get so full of yourself." I scoffed.
"Am I wrong?"
"If I want my mind to be in the damn gutter, I have every right to keep it there. I don’t need anyone’s approval." I retorted, annoyed when he caged me between the worktop once more.
"Even if it involves me?"
"Yes, because it's my mind, so whether I imagine you naked, or in a pair of neon pink boxers, that’s my mind, my choice."
"Oh? So if I imagine you naked, that’s totally ok?"
"Why, do you?" I challenged.
He didn’t reply, his eyes trailing over me before they slowly flicked up to meet mine, and I knew I
