Caught. I’m caught.
But I’m not going to admit that. Not just yet.
Letting her go, I crack my neck, stretching my arms before folding my hands behind my head.
“Why? You sound like you want me to stay. Is that it, human?”
We’ve barely known each other two days.
In my lifetime, it’s barely a blink.
Yet somehow—
Somehow, it feels like I’ve known her all eternity.
I know it’s gotta be that damn link working its evil tricks again, but that’s how it is.
And as I stare at her, waiting for her to answer, I already know what I hope she’ll say.
“I don’t know,” she says stubbornly, turning away. And I swear she’s doing it so I can’t read her face.
That’s it.
That’s it, isn’t it?
She doesn’twantme to leave.
She doesn’t want to let me go.
I knew it!
“Any other questions?” She asks with a grumble, still not facing me. And I know she’s just trying—poorly—to change the subject.
Which only makes me all the more certain.
All I want is to be free. So why the hell do I feel so damn happy?
“Yeah,” I say with a grin, giving her a long look up and down, letting my gaze linger on the curve of her ass as she turns to the side. “I do have one, actually. Are you going to wear the gold bikini?”
Because holy damn, I hope she says yes.
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He’s totally looking at you like he’s hoping you’ll say yes.
Like he wants you to wear that tiny little gold bikini again.
And you’ve secretly been planning on it ever since you won the trip on the yacht—after all, his reaction was so awesome last time you wore it—but now…now that he’s so openly asking, you can’t resist teasing him.
Just a little.
“I don’t know,” you say, glancing at the storm-darkened window. Trying to hide your smile. “It’s raining awfully hard. And it’s cold. I don’t think it’s good weather for a bikini.”
Ziros frowns, his face falling.
