Tusk, who had been chatting with Mitt and Ryan, changed his direction and ran over to me. On the contrary, Ryan completely avoided my eye contact. His eyes were flicking away, as if he was not in a position to look at me.
I thought maybe he was still struggling with the guilt of being cuckolded, and perhaps the memory of Hina's cries was disturbing him. If that was the case, he did not utter a single word.
Tusk asked with a voice full of curiosity but still submissive, "What's up, Kina?"
Kina's finger pattern on my chest was very slow, and she was definitely smirking. She pulled me to her even more with her other hand. Her touch was very assertive, almost like she was starving for more. "You are very forgetful, Tusk," she said, letting her voice go down to a very soft, seductive whisper, which made me shiver.
"This is your chance to learn from Dexter. You've seen how busy he usually is, right? Well, I stole him from Ruth. I told her I needed his help..."
