Chapter 179. Cherry-Colored Lips

Chantel Raven

"I love daggers," he says abruptly, "but I like weapons; they are easy to use. I despise warm weather; I would sooner freeze to death than melt. Baths, in my opinion, are pointless since you are sitting in your own filth. However, I do enjoy sitting in the bathtub with you." As he says this, he playfully splashes water, making me laugh.

"What are you doing?" I giggle.

His head comes up, and he looks at me. "You stated you did not know me. You want to know the frivolous, dumb, and superficial things, therefore I will tell you." He grins mischievously.

"Okay," I giggled and let him go.

"I detest bananas. I cannot tolerate them. But I have an unusual passion for pears. I believe it is the texture. I do not like soft, squishy items. For example, a soft peach." He shivers at the notion. "I loved your tomato soup; I am not sure why I asked for it because I prefer chicken soup."