His brows creased a little. “Why do I sense sarcasm in your comments?”
Instead of answering him, I showed him the phone that was in my hand.
He swallowed, and his eyes ping-ponged between me and his iPhone. “Look, Zaira, I can explain.” He looked worried.
“You can, can you?” I folded my arms over my chest so I could show him that the ball was in my court.
Wait, is itballorballs?
Nevermind.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I lied, yeah,” he began, and then gazed at me. “I’ve had signal on my phone all this time, and I lied about not having any. There, you happy?”
I jerked my head back and stared at him. “Are you serious right now?” I felt hurt, betrayed.
He licked his lips and took a step towards me. “I knew I would never be able to gather the guts to ask you out, Zaira, which is why I lied about the cell service when this opportunity landed on my lap. Maybe some deity or god up there was tired of watching me be a miserable piece of shit when it came to asking you a simple question, and decided to do something for me.” He scratched the back of his neck and stepped closer to me. “I’m sorry I lied to you, but please know that my intentions weren’t bad. All I wanted was to spend as much time with you as I could. I wanted to get to know you better; I didn’t want you to leave my sight. I…” He sighed and shrugged.
My heart was beating sporadically; my breathing was uneven.
Why would a guy likehimwant someone likeme?
After all, he wastheGallan Underwood, and I – I wasnothing.
He was a God; I was a worshipper.
He was a storm, and I was merely a speck of dust against his might.
“Don’t”. The silk-smooth husk in his voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I blinked and looked up at him. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t question things; don’t doubt my words.”
I searched his all-showing eyes. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“I just do,” he said, and then erased the little space that separated us by stepping nearer to me. “It’s crazy, but it’s also true that I canseeyou, Zaira. Like one would a book, I can read you. I can feel you; I can sense every one of your emotions. Your voice calls to me, your eyes grip me, and your presence – it soothes me.”
Damn, he was smooth. He left me fucking helpless.
“Gallan…” I released a slow breath and placed a shaky hand over his heart. “We are worlds apart, you and I. We can’t possibly be compatible; I am not who the people, the fans, want to see you with.”
He shook his head. “I don’t care. If the world can’t see or understand what I feel for you, then they can go fuck themselves. I wantyou, Zaira; I want anus.” The sincerity in his eyes was exciting, yet highly terrifying.
I sniffed to get rid of the burn in my nose, and blinked when my eyes stung. “We should…we should call someone to get us out.” I looked at the time on my wristwatch – anything to keep my gaze off of the striking man before me. “It’s currently 4a.m., so if we leave in the next 30 minutes, we can get some sleep before the 9a.m. shoot.”
“Zaira…” He said my name as if he was praying it; like he was holding onto it with everything he had.
I looked at him – tentatively – and braced myself against the whirling emotions on his beautiful face.
“We can’t–”
“Zaira, please…” God, he waspleading.
“We really should call someone for help, Gall,” I managed to say, and took a step back.
I was weak for him, but at least I could try to resist him, if only temporarily.
Something flashed in his eyes at that. Something strong; something…dangerous.
