“So, you speak French,” I said once we were out of the gorgeous building and the untouchable beings inside. It was like Mount Olympus in there.
No response, like usual.
“Any others?” Annoyance seeped in. Was it so f*****g hard to answer a few simple questions?
“About seven.”
“Wow. Talented tongue.”
He turned and smirked at me. “I thought I proved that the first night.”
Fuck.
Yes, he did.
“You’ve slept with her.” The words were out before I could retract them. His dismissive attitude grated on me.
He turned to me. “You picked that up from a kiss?” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.
I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes you are just a regular guy.”
“What does that mean?” he asked, his brow scrunching.
“That means, duh, asshole. Pretty obvious when she gave yo
