—Bastien…

—Mmm?

—Does it hurt?

—What?

—What do you think? —Kate replied with sarcasm—. Your wound.

—God, I love your sarcasm. No, it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s more of an annoyance.

Bastien lay back and stared at the ceiling, just like Kate. The two of them were lying in bed, side by side, looking up in silence. Then Bastien smiled.

—What’s so funny? —Kate asked.

—Do you remember when you punched Richard? You hit him because he pushed me.

—Hahaha! He was an idiot. He tried to steal the cookies I gave you to take home. I hated that fat jerk.

—Yeah, that day I fell hopelessly in love with you. You were a little beast, fists flying and pulling hair. Poor guy never stood a chance.

—Back then, you were small and skinny. I was stronger than you.

—Things have changed. Now I’m stronger. I could throw you over my shoulder and spank you.

—Ha! Very funny.

—I have to admit, I enjoyed that moment a lot. You’re so rebellious—always have been. I remember when your dad asked you not to invite me ov