"I am going to be late if you don't stop bothering me."
Rai muttered it helplessly, sounding completely defeated.
"You're not going to be late," Zade replied lazily from behind him. "Spare me some minutes to heal your bastard-phobia."
"I don't need healing. You need it, crazy bastard."
"Rai," Zade sighed dramatically, "I think it's time you found something new to insult me with. Your insults are getting lame. They don't even bother me anymore."
"So? I insult you because I want to. Not because you want to."
Even while arguing, Rai's thoughts kept drifting back to the hand resting on his waist.
No matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn't.
And the large body pressed against his back only made things worse, making him painfully aware of every little sensation.
This was getting really bad.
Rai had never felt like this before.
