Chapter One Hundred and Sixty- Nine
The door slammed shut behind Asli.
The sound still echoed when Markus turned slowly, one hand settling on his hip, lips twitching like he was fighting a losing battle.
He looked at Ahmet.
Really looked at him.
Then he burst out laughing.
"What happened?" Markus wheezed, wiping at his eyes as tears spilled anyway. "Come on. Tell me. What did you say that made Asli threaten to…"
He broke off, laughter completely unrestrained now, bending forward as if his ribs hurt. "…cut your…" He couldn't finish. The image alone sent him spiraling again.
"Shut up," Ahmet snapped.
Markus straightened, still grinning. "Should I call her back?" he asked innocently, then, with impeccable timing, Ahmet's hand drifted toward his zipper. "You two clearly weren't done."
Markus collapsed all over again.
Ahmet's glare could have stripped paint. "I don't have time for you," he said flatly, grabbing his jacket. "I'm going home."
