"Alright, then...I'll see you tomorrow..." remarked Will, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Zamie's lower abdomen as she lay limply atop the waiting room's bench.
"Are you talking to me...or my pussy...?" asked Zamie, her body caked in sweat and her chest rising and falling from exertion.
"Whichever answer leaves you less angry..." responded Will, sporting a cheeky smile that caused Zamie to roll her eyes and cover them with the back of her left forearm. She was tempted to remind Will that Zoans didn't partake in farewells, but she would have been considerably annoyed if he had left without saying anything.
"Hey..." said Zamie, waiting until Will was less than a meter from the exit before calling out to him.
"What's up...?" asked Will, stopping and staring back at the dark-skinned woman with slightly raised brows.
