#Chapter145
Suppressing the grin on my face, I scold her for her language - I'm the bad one, she's the good one and I like it like that besides, her cursing makes me want to do things to her that are inappropriate for the time and place.
/"Let's get you to bed,/" I lead her towards her room, /"and you can get on my nerves further when you're laying down./"
/"I don't know why you insist on carrying me./" she stubbornly protests with words though I can tell her body is thankful. /"Everyone is looking at us./"
I focused for a second and realized it was true - I got so used to people staring at me that I didn't even notice it anymore.
/"Who gives a fuck. It's probably because I'm so fucking hot, anyway, not because I'm carrying you./"
She snorts but doesn't comment further.
Reaching her room, I kick the door open, pleased to find that coach listened to me and paid for her to have a private room with books and television in it.
