Song Recommendation: Make Love, Not War by Jason Derulo
"So all these while that I thought you were interested in black women, only to have you pick a white woman over me!"
"Huh!?" Damien crooked his head in confusion.
"A skinny one at that!"
"What?" Damien seemed lost in the sudden direction of the topic.
Delia let out a slight psychotic chuckle, clapping the magazine in her palms. She gave him a dramatic body turn.
"So you dream of screwing a white skinny woman every night to sleep next to me?"
Damien blinked at her in disbelief, not sure of what to obviously to say.
Was she being serious?
"What? Del, of course not—"
"Sooo!" Delia dropped the magazine dramatically, ensuring to keeping her voice low for just the two of them. "So! I'm not good enough for your fantasies?"
"What? You asked me to pick one before—"
