Chapter 75

After lying together in his single bed, sleeping the dream of the gods after a dream fuck, Picasso stayed by my side. He had even tried to hug me, but I managed to dodge, even though I was in a very small bed for two adults. After the moment we recovered, and the rain subsided a little, Picasso sighed softly and I turned to face him.

"Why are you smiling like that? "I narrowed my eyes towards you. He squeezed his lips in a line to avoid the smile, but it didn't do any good. "And then I was the person who didn't have a fuck to make me happy?

"Oh, I can't control my smile after something I've tried for so long," he said in the biggest dick. I slapped him on the arm. Picasso laughed. "I'm not smiling because of the situation... It's hard to explain.

"All right, I really don't want to know," I grumbled with a shrug, so I sat down. My cell phone was somewhere in that house, just like the rest of