K-ki- I mean... K-word?
You all must be wondering, what a hypocrite I am. Well, that I am... but some words were still forbidden if not the actions.
He was going to K-word me?! He sure was the worst of all! But how did we end up to K-word after all the bickering?
He leans closer, his breathing tingles my skin. Goosebumps raise all over, I squint my eyes shut, not apparently ready to be k-worded but after every mile-second passed, he inched closer to my face.
I grabbed a strip of Biltong from behind me and just as he hovered over my lips, I shoved the strip into his mouth. He immediately distanced himself from me as the bitter sour taste engulfs his senses and he...
'Pithoww!'
...Spits it out.
"This thing is really sour!" He exclaims and I retreat to my seat and huff out a sigh of relief.
