The Best Friend's Contract
The whole point of our marriage is based on a contract we both made—you would know that,'' I reply.
He chuckles, ''I know that, Kenna. I'm just teasing you because who knows? You two might have had some fun, last night. Anything can happen,'' He leans in to whisper near my ear, ''Like they say . . . opposites attract and you both have different sex organs that would fit.'' He adds.
''You're disgusting,'' I smack his arm and he groans, not liking the fact that he has gotten more smacks from me than anything else.