His Mate, His Son, His Regret
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He had one side of his headphones off, probably so he could listen to see if Rick cursed again.
I giggle and Valentine sighs, glaring at Farak, who hurriedly scrambles from the room. How come when Valentine glares at him, he runs, but when I do it, he laughs?
“Sucking face is a way of saying kissing, Marvel,” Valentine tells him, giving him a very straight-to-the-point, boring answer.
“Oh.” He thinks for several seconds. “I suck face with Miss Carli earlier when she says bye to me,” he states, making me sputter my lips and snort with laughter.
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