“You are like kryptonite. Boom, then up in flames, baby,” he mutters in my ear with a slight chuckle.
I reach up and hold the side of his face in my palm and stroke it. I reach up and kiss his lips so softly. “I’ll be back in a minute okay?” I say with a sad face.
I look at all of them. “I ain’t no fucking shrew. I may be a bitch at times, but I’m not a fucking shrew.