The Untypical Marriage
he repeated, pulling his briefs over his ass and my eyes finally returned to sizing his room.
“What for?”
I scoffed. “What are books used for?” I placed my fingers on my chin, looking for some sarcastic answer to return.
“I know what books are for, Kira,” he returned. “My question is why do you want them?”
“To read, Adrian,” I said casually. “I’m bored out of my skin here, and as much as you said I am free to leave, I can’t drive and have no money for Lyfts,” I added, and he slightly nodded.
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