K.
He realized that was the thing that kept on pulling him into her- the enigma, puzzle and huge question mark that was K.
"I'm Jewish, we don't believe in hell," he simply put, grinning at her sardonically and not putting up with her sneaky little deride. "It doesn't matter if my moral compass is pointed way down the South Pole. And I'm single, I'm twenty-fucking-eight, I've no obligation and debts to pay for. I'm just trying to live my life." He tried to justify.
"Okay. Great," K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly.