ZION’S POV
“Can I kiss you again, Sasha?”
The show was over. The first kiss was enough; in fact, it should have been more than enough. So, why in the hell am I asking Sasha for another kiss? I am asking her again and I fairly know myself that this has nothing to do with the show that we put up.
At first, I thought I was mistaken. I wished I was mistaken, but I guess my intuition did not fail me just yet.
The moment we got out of the car, I already noticed that we were being monitored. Sasha did too. I just briefly saw it but she was also looking in the direction I was looking. Neither of us mentioned anything, and, I guess, she wanted to ignore it as much as I do; or perhaps we simply both knew that telling each other will make us act unnaturally.
Whoever they hired to do the monitor
