I nodded. “It was, yes.”
“Oh God.” She ran her hands over her face, and then fisted her hair. “My head hurts.”
“You need rest, Zaira,” Dylan said. “You gotta sleep it off.”
She scowled. “No shit, Sherlock,” she grumbled.
“So, umm, I’ll call you later to check in, okay? Don’t ignore my call.”
“Yeah, okay,” she told him.
“Talk to you later, D,” I said to him, and then disconnected the call before placing my phone on the console. I then looked at Zaira and placed a hand over her thigh. “You gotta forgive him, babe. He only wanted to have a little fun. He didn’t mean to hurt you in any way.”
She let go of her hair and lifted a shoulder. “Who says I’m upset with him?” Her eyes gleamed as she raised a brow at me.
A surprised laughter left me at that. “Seriously?”
She smirked. “Hell yeah. If he can have fun, then so can I.”
I shook my head and grinned at her. “You’re one in a fucking million, you know that?”
She chuckled. “Oh, I know,” she said. “I know.”
