"I want something like this, tururu turu."
"Did you say something, Dean?"
"I didn't."
I took out the cigarette in Cass' mouth, before she puffed out the smoke at my face. The same situation has been happening for quite some time now, and I lost count of the minutes.
"Humpf, I definitely heard you talk. Tell me what you said, now!"
I giggled and returned the half finished cigarette to her cherry lips, "I wasn't talking, I was singing."
I took out the cigarette, and she puffed up smoke hardly at my face, "The song is good, but the way you make it sound is bad. You should never sing again, you are a bad single."
"I Know I am a bad singer, you don't have to rub it in my face."
"Watch me rub it."
She should choose her words carefully, it gives rise to weird thoughts.
Oblivious about my thoughts, Cass took her forehead, and started rubbing it against my face.
'Is she asking me to kiss her?!'
