Chapter 53

By the look on our faces, you'd think that I said a curse word to a two year old, or dissed the pope. Not going to lie. That would have been a better alternative than moaning. The sore spot on my buttocks that received her winning slap throbbed like a misplaced heartbeat. I've never been more focused on those cheeks, not even after Lulu accidentally kicked me in her sleep when we were sharing a tent for our trek in Mount Wakakusa. Lynx was not a fan of being subtle in mocking me. "I beg your...