“Yeah, it was my first kiss, but I liked it. Stop being such a drama queen.” Asher preened at the compliment, puckering his lips and puffing his chest out. “Would you like another one?” Zaiden cuffed him in the back of the head again. “Focus.” Rubbing his head, Asher glared. “Are you always this violent?”
“Motherfucker! It does make perfect sense when you say it like that.” “I know. That’s why I’m the smart one, and we just keep you around to look pretty and get the stuff off the high shelves.”
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