" Shanti leaned further toward him, still grinning. “I can’t believe it. You like me.”

Mick snorted as he glanced at Shanti’s grinning face. “No I don’t. I think you’re a twat.”

Snickering, Shanti nodded. “Yeah you do. You like me. You like me a lot.”

Mick smiled at him, then looked back down at his plate. “You’re okay I guess. And I like the sound you make when you come. "

― Darien Cox , Edges