K.
Aina
K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly.
"Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her.
She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin