Otti scoffed.
"Even if he did, it was something someone else made him do." She replied, shocking me with her callous tone. "What the heck does that have to do with us anyway?"
"Otti... babe... some people feel disgusted with themselves after committing a sin like that," I told her.
Otti scrunched her face up as she crossed her arms.
"But someone else made him do it..." she argued softly.
"That wouldn't stop him from feeling guilty," I retorted.
"Yeah, well, if he'd come see me, I'd make him stop feeling guilty," she grumbled.
I chuckled as I leaned down to kiss her nose. Just when I was going to lean in for her lips, her phone rang. I picked it up off the bed when she made no move to get it. I raised a brow at the caller ID before turning her phone and wiggling it in her face.
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