"Can't you at least explain why were you pretending that I am your girlfriend?"
Hayri's lips curved into a smile in thinking how Jane went into the ride. "Because I love it that your kissing me and pretending I am also your boyfriend."
Jane twisted a fatty layer of his skin at the side, and he winced in pain. "Is this how I should pay the kiss?"
"Shut up. Hayri, please. I'm not kidding."
"Okay, okay. My reason is that I don't want Markus to set his eyes on you. He always has ways to get what he wants. And you know the kind of personality he has."
Jane snapped in annoyance. "And do you think I could fall on just anybody? Do you think I'll grab any chance to earn an admirer?"
"I know, but I just want to be sure."
"Hayri, you're childish."
"Call me whatever you like. It's fine with me."
"Okay, fine," Jane held out her hands in surrender and shrugged, "It's already late, and we must go to sleep."
