“Yes, unfortunately.”
I giggled. “Then answer it!”
“No.”
“Gallan?”
“…Yeah?” he answered a bit hesitantly.
“If you don't answer, you’re going to get spanked in the dick the moment I see you in person.”
I heard him suck in a breath. “Jesus fuck, woman.Graphic.”
I grinned. “Answer.”
He sighed as if I’d asked him to hand over the reins of his life to me, and not answer a simple question.
“Hot,” he said finally, almost begrudgingly. “The answer is ‘hot’. Because you can CATCH a cold but you can't catch hot, so it’s faster than cold. There, happy?”
I smirked. “Yes, very. Thank you.”
“Good. I’ll just go and scrub my face with liquid detergent so that I can wash away the trauma this question of yours has caused me.”
“Where the heck are you even going to find liquid detergent on set?” I asked him.
“I’ll make do, don’t you worry.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Call me later?”
I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “You know I will.”
“I love you…” I sang.
Gallan chuckled. “I love you too, Zaira.”
