Goosebumps? Oh, yes.
Blush? It wasn’t the makeup I put on but the heating up of my cheeks as my head echoed what just happened inside the elevator.
I felt my tongue go numb the whole helicopter ride until we got into the restaurant.
And the reason is sitting right in front of me, halfway done with his steak. Decently and slowly gnawing the meat while those eyes were glued on me.
I audibly swallowed and aided my drying throat with a swig of water.
What’s he doing? It’s either he’s high, or he’s trying to make me regret that I slapped his “ticket to paradise” to his face.
This isn’t fair!
“You never asked anyone to eat lunch with you. Not even your own mother,” I broke the thick silence between us as I gripped the utensils in my hands. “Is this you telling me that you’re dying?”
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