CHAPTER 42
"Stop calling me sugar." Yanar frowned at him, Hansel smiled widely and walked past her, heading to the living room where he saw her laptop open.
"I like it, it has the same flavor as you."
"Hansel. It's not funny."
"It's not, I'm serious. Come here, tell me about your assignment." He sat on the couch and waited for her to sit beside him. Three months, he hasn't done anything to her for three months. Usually, he could last longer than three months, of not kissing or anything. But the closer they got, he was anticipating intimacy with her.
She sat not too far away from him, enough distance for Hansel to smell her shampoo.
"Case study, about suicide." She said and Hansel's attention shifted to the laptop. He saw articles on the web of painless death. His brows furrowed and shifted to her, she wasn't acting weird…
