My breath hitched. “Liar.”
He shook his head a little, and then leaned in further. “One thing you should know about me, Zaira, is that I’m a bad liar. A very,verybad liar.”
I wanted to run my fingers over his stubble, but refrained myself from doing so. “So, you were telling the truth when you said you didn’t wanna chase me, huh?”
His brows creased a little. “I don’t follow.”
“Earlier, you said you didn’t wanna chase me. You said you didn’t have the energy nor the time for it.”
His eyes went to my lips, then came back up. “I lied.”
“Well, you’re a very convincing liar, then. You hurt me with that statement.”
He ran a finger over the side of my face, and with a look of awe on his features, he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Do you wanna be chased, Zaira?” he asked.
I was shivering at the heat of his touch, at the wild hurricane in his eyes. “Gall…”
He smiled. “Gall, huh?”
Shit.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”
“Shh.” He placed a thumb over my lips. “I like it. It sounds good when you say it.”
Lord, my head was spinning; my heart was beating like crazy. I could hardly breathe; I was barely holding on.
“Where have you been all this time?” His question was a whisper. “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re all I need in life.” He dropped his hand and shook his head. “You’re everything, Zaira.”
“You don’t even know me,” I said.
He smiled softly at me. “So tell me all about you, then. Tell meeverything.”
My cheeks warmed at his request. “Okay, but only if you promise to tell me everything aboutyou.”
“I promise.” He placed his guitar behind him and moved closer to me on the couch. “Go on; I’m listening.”
I chuckled. “Okay then, here goes…”
