I was scared to ask, but did anyway. “What?”
“He said that he wanted to kiss me.” She snickered like a little girl.
What the actual fuck?
My hands were shaking in white-hot anger as I got in my car and banged the door shut hard enough to hear something snap. “Where the fu–” I stopped myself and cleared my throat. “Where is your sexy neighbor now? Is he with you?”
“No. He’s in the –hic– in the washroom.”
God, make that fucker slip to his death before he makes the mistake of putting his hands on my Zaira.
“Right.” I started my car. “If I ask you for something, will you do it for me, baby?”
“Baby…” she slurred, and then laughed. “Okay –hic– I will.”
Thank fuck.
“Will you grab a bottle of water from your refrigerator and start drinking from it? Drinkonlythat, and nothing else.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
I sighed in relief. With my phone in one hand, and the steering wheel in the other, I began driving to her apartment.
“Can you also not kiss your sexy neighbor? Please?” I said.
“But you asked me to do one thing.Hic. This is two things. No, wait…” She went quiet. “What comes after two anyway?” She giggled.
Fuck me with a bottle gourd.
“Zaira?”
“Gaaaallannn…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m coming over to your place in a few, okay? Can you promise not to kiss your neighbor until then?”
“Can I count his abs instead?”
I took a right and started driving a little faster. “Yeah, sure; count his abs. And once you’re done, count them again. Keep counting them until I get there, okay?”
“Can I count yours when you’re here?” she asked.
I chuckled again. “Of course. You can count mine as many times as you want, but just don’t kiss your neighbor.”
She hiccupped. “Okay, deal.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in a few.”
“Byeeeee, Gaaaallannn…”
I shook my head around a grin as I changed blocks to take a shortcut to her apartment. “Bye, Zaira.”
God, that woman was going to be the literal death of me someday.
