Chapter 63

I took a look around, thinking that Picasso would only be acting that way because someone was close to make fun of him. When I returned my attention to him, my face was close enough that, if he wanted, his nose would touch mine. His hot breath mixed with mine, and I was even more disoriented.

"I was joking, I'm already better," I lied with a giggle, still trying to slip out of his legs. Picasso just squeezed his arm harder. "Seriously, Erick... I can't do that.

"Why? "He asked with a frown. "Do you still have anything with that little cock ex-boyfriend?

I laughed.

"How do you know about his dick?

"It was really small, then? "He replied, and I kept quiet. Picasso pulled me harder with that arm on my waist, making me really sit on his lap. I was totally tense, I even shuddered. "Juliana, why are you so afraid of me?

"I'm not afraid.

“You're shaking.

"Your dic