The another kiss

As he drove, Safira pursed her lips, frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and cast a scornful glance at her husband. The more she saw him driving, the more annoyed she became, and the more she kept thinking about the events in the restaurant earlier when her husband had kissed her. "Would you like to communicate with me?" Her voice was booming.

"Is your dress completely dry," Davino asked, casting a momentarily perplexed gaze in his direction.

Safira waved her hands in front of her face in irritation. Unable to use trite language with her husband, she decided to get right to the point. "What made you kiss me before?" whereas indicating his lips.

Davino gave his wife one last glance before flashing a sarcastic smile and asking. "I'll kiss you. Did our kiss please you? His wife thought his eyes were alluring.

"Tsk! That was my first kiss, and you bit my lip until it hurt. Can it even be called a kiss?" She objected, her eyes rounded.

Safira's cheeks heated up at her husband's apolo