Saint slowly leaned forward and placed his hand on Baby's forehead, frowning slightly.
"Your temperature is normal. But you're talking crazy," He chuckled dismissively, cocking a questioning brow at Baby.
Baby balled his fists, "Trust me, Saint, I know what I'm saying. All I need is for you to tell me why you kissed me with a perfectly clear mind. Don't you see how fucked up it sounds?" He snapped, his face slowly flushing with anger.
The last thing he needed was anyone messing with his mind, his mother's presence was enough to fuck him up for an entire year.
Saint saw that Baby was really getting angry and sighed.
