I'm His Lover
I reasoned, pulling out a book.
"Fine," he acquiesced, sitting down and forcing a smile, though he wasn't exactly pouting.
"What are you doing?" I asked, setting my book aside.
"I'm 'houting,'" he replied. "It's somewhere between being happy and pouting."
"Oh, that's interesting," I commented before returning to my book.
I sneaked a peek at Mark, who seemed annoyed by my response. Trying to conceal my smile, I brought my book up to my face, but it didn't work, and soon I burst out laughing.
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