Deva's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as her hands immediately left the man's hair.
"Who asked you to stop.."
Slyvian frowned his hand fishing Abi's hands back into his head.."Don't stop it helps me think.."
"What are you thinking about..."
Deva asked curiously as she stroked his hair, she liked his hair he was thick, soft and smooth it was even better than her's and she was a woman.
"Many things..your brain wouldn't be able to catch up.."
Deva glared at Slyvian although he couldn't see her face, he could feel and he chuckled. Deva tugged his hair angrily voicing out her annoyance.
"Ouch! That hurts be gentle dear wife.."
"Go away from here! Who's your wife..."
"You of course, do you see any other women here apart from you.."
"I'm no one's wife..I'm a free woman.."
Slyvian chuckled and only tapped his fingers on the ground, he liked the way she bickered with him it gave him a feeling that he had never experienced before.
