He smiles at me and rest his hands on top of mine that are still cupping his face.
"Thank you," he whispers, his eyes dropping to my lips for a moment before connecting back with mine.
It's that slight movement that makes me realise how close we are and I quickly pull back, my hands dropping from his face.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jaylen
"You still want to play this little question game? Or would you rather read your book?" I ask her, hoping to distract her from whatever was going on inside her head after she realised how close we'd gotten.
I glance out the window as darkness begins to fall over the city of London and despite the small amount of pain that shoots through my body every time I move, I scoot myself down slightly so that I'm in a comfortable position for if she chooses to read beside me for the next couple hours.
"Well, how many questions do you have left to ask?"
I smirk at her. "Probably about one hundred. There's too many things I want to know about you, darling, I don't even think one hundred questions would suffice."
Her brows raise in surprise, and I watch as a red tinge appears on her cheeks, replacing the dread inside of me with elated joy.
"I think I'll limit you to five more questions, and then we can slip into our normal routine where I silently read my book while you stare at me until you fall asleep."
Now it's my turn to blush.
I thought I was subtle with my fascination, but obviously she's noticed.
"Okay, five will do for now," I say, looking up to the ceiling as I think about the best questions to ask her while I have the opportunity. "First question. If we were to go snooping around someone's house, would you wear a balaclava?"
She looks taken aback for a moment, before she laughs, curling her legs up onto the chair she's sitting in.
"Uh, weird question to start with, but yeah, I guess I would. It'd help conceal my identity."
A grin splits across my face and I make a note to bring this topic of conversation up with Sophia the next time I see her. I'm still pissed that she ruined my fun before and wouldn't wear one with me when we went snooping around Jericho's house.
"Okay, second question."
"Are they all going to be as weird as the first one?" she asks, interrupting my musing.
"If you want them to be, then yes. If not, I can ask more serious questions that I'm extremely curious about."
She mulls the options over for a minute before she sighs and nods her head.
"Let's go with a serious question next."
Her response shocks me, but I immediately take advantage of her willingness and ask the one question that's been burning inside of me.
"Okay. Firstly, let me say, if you don't want to answer this, then we'll skip it because I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way."
She nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her fingers fiddle together in her lap.
"What is it that you're running from, Rory?"
Her eyes drop away from mine and she blows out a long breath.
"Somehow, I knew you'd ask me that," she mutters, chewing on the inside of her cheek as silence swells inside the room.
"You don't have to—"
"No, it's okay," she says, cutting me off. "Honestly, with the way things are going, I knew I'd have to tell you something sooner or later."
