I purse my lips. “I’m not giving you any kind of sexual pleasure if you’re thinking about it.”
“I’m indeed thinking about it. But it’s secondary.” He leans down. “What I want you to give me as a gift is an hour of conversation with me—without lying. I can ask you anything I want, and you won’t lie about anything.”
“How will you know if I lie?”
He smirks. “I’m very good at detecting and exposing lies.”
I nod. “Alright.”
He leans up, grinning.Did I make a mistake by saying yes?
“Wait.” I stop him as he turns toward the bed. He looks over his shoulder. I walk past him and stand in front of him. “You said we would talk. Does that mean I can also ask you whatever I want?”
He nods. “You can ask me whatever you want, for a lifetime, not just an hour.”
We sit on the bed, facing each other.
“For the warmup, what’s your favourite colour?” he asks.
“Very Peri.”
He hums. “When did it change from Flamingo?”
I ignore the fact that he remembers it was my favourite colour. “Five years ago.”
“And your favourite dessert, did that change too, from ptichye moloko?”
I shake my head.
“Do you still hate watching horror movies?”
I nod stiffly.How much does he remember?He never showed any interest, soI never thought he paid attention to my words.
“What did you do in these five years?” He chuckles. “I want to know about every day you didn’t tell me about, but I know that’s impossible. So tell me, what did you do that you consider important?”
“Most of the time I spent learning about natural medicines and preparing new remedies. I also learnt cooking. Papa taught me self-defence, which nowadays I feel ashamed talking about.”
He chuckles. “You shouldn’t. You could fight three untrained men and beat a beginner quite easily. I’d recommend you not stop training. It’s also good for your health.”
I nod.
He smirks. “As for me, dear wifey, you can’t beat me no matter how much you train.”
I scoff. “I don’t have such dreams, husband. The man who defeated a lion is far beyond my body’s range, even if I train daily.”
He lunges forward and presses me against the headboard. “Call me husband again.”
I shake my head.
He watches me with smiling eyes for a whole minute, a look that makes my breath stutter and my thoughts blur, heat curling low in my stomach even as my mind struggles to stay clear. “We’ll talk about it… after an hour.” He sits back in his place, leaving me bothered from heart to thighs. “Who told you I fought a lion?”
I saw the video, shaking in fear. “I heard when Kaz was telling Zan.”
He clicks his tongue, smirking. “Lie.”
I look away from him. “I saw the video of the fight on Kaz’s phone.”
“Why?” he asks, amusement in his voice.
