"Samuel Johnson!" Tasha Moore called out his name from downstairs, her voice already tinged with anger.
Samuel Johnson slowly shifted his gaze from Amanda Smith, and with a downward glance at Tasha Moore, he frowned, "What's all the noise about?"
His eyes were a bit sharp, and Tasha Moore choked up. Seeing the man graciously descend the stairs, she walked over to hook her arm with his and softened her voice, cooing, "I came over to hang out at your place, but you went to talk to her. It made me unhappy."
Samuel Johnson was still reminiscing about the somewhat scalding warmth of Amanda Smith's body. Hearing Amanda's voice filled with displeasure, he felt a bit preoccupied, and patted the back of her hand, appeasingly saying, "Aren't I with you now?"
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Amanda Smith took one step at a time up the stairs.
