“You can’t–”
“Promise. Me.”
He groaned. “Fine. But if she tries something else even after Shane has worked his magic, you’ll tell me about it immediately. Swear it.”
I ran a hand under my nose. “I swear it.”
“Good.”
A distant knock sounded through the line, followed by Gallan saying, “Yeah, I’ll be there in five.”
“You have to go back so soon?” I asked him.
“Yup. Fuck Ross. He won’t rest until we drop dead at his feet.”
I chuckled. “You’re getting grumpier by the day.”
He laughed. “There’s my Zaira.”
His words warmed me to the very core.
“She never left in the first place.”
“Please don’t talk about yourself in third person,” Gallan mused, and I was relieved to hear his voice return to its usual carefree and upbeat tone. I was also relieved that the Aubrey matter was getting sidelined, because I didn’t wanna end Gallan and I’s call with her being the final topic of discussion.
“Okay, but if I stop talking about myself in third person, you’ll have to answer my question,” I said to my boyfriend.
“Nooooo,” he said dramatically. “Fuck, babe.Why?Do I get other options?”
I laughed. “Nope. It’s either a question, or you’ll have to hear me refer to myself in third person.” I laughed more when he groaned. “Oh, and I won’t stop there. I’ll spam you with third person messages until you give in.”
“So, death by question is eminent, no matter what I choose now?”
I pressed my lips together. “Mm-hmm.”
Aubrey could try to break me with her disgusting tactics, but she couldnevertake away what Gallan and I had. Because what the two of us shared – it was much stronger than anything she was, and anything she did.
“Fine, then. Go ahead, butcher me,” Gallan said.
I chuckled. “Yay! Okay, so which one out of the two is faster – hot or cold?”
Silence.
“Gall?”
“No.”
I laughed. “What?”
“I'm not answering that,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I'm terrified that my answer will encourage you to ask more of these questions.”
“You always say that,” I told him. “Also, does this mean that you know the answer to my question?”
Pause.
