NEOMA was glaring at Ruto, who was casually sitting beside her as if he didn't just kiss her.
Well, technically, he really didn't kiss her since he kissed the back of the hand that he used to cover her mouth. But it meant he wanted to kiss her, right?
"Ruto."
"Hmm?"
Neoma glared at him even more. "I'll snitch and tell Papa Boss you kissed me."
Ruto turned to her with a surprised look on his face, then he chuckled. "I'll take responsibility, Neoma."
"You can't take responsibility until I'm eighteen years old, at least," she complained. "And you're four years older than me, Ruto. It's wrong for an almost fourteen-year-old boy to make a move on an almost ten-year-old girl. A four-year gap isn't that much, but only if you're adults."
"We're not kids, Neoma," he said bluntly. "Not in this dimension, at least. I wouldn't make a move on you outside. I didn't hold back this time only because we're in our adult forms."
