"C´mon Ivan, you´re cheating! You can’t distract enemies with kisses. That’s just not right. Damn it." I throw my knife on the floor.
"C´mon Jennifer, it just practices. Don’t be such a party proper. I know you like it my kisses because they are just so sweet and sexy." He was really annoying me but getting to me too, but I’m not going let him know that right now. Damn men!
We were in a combat room, to release the pinned up frustration and ease some of my nerves so that I could take of my mind off the meeting. But Ivan was not helping; he was making me more pissed off than I already was. Every time when I had him in grip to surrender, he found a way to kiss me. Heck he even kissed my feet, when I had him in a death grip with them. Really who kisses feet’s in the middle of the combat? Well, obviously Ivan does that’s who.