Clueless Love
Ismail says trying to sound hurt, but I can tell he is joking.
“Maybe I have a lot, but not 100 and I love you. I don’t love them, I just admire them,” I murmur, thinking a 100 is a bit of an exaggeration.
“Umit, you have more than 100, and I don’t want you admiring any man except me. You should only admire me, me, and me alone.”
“I will my love, but why are we having this conversation right now? Shouldn’t we be watching Mr Alberto?”
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