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"Seventy percent non-hate isn't enough for you? You're greedy aren't you, Ian?" I teased.
"When you put it that way, yes I am greedy," he replied with a proud smile on his face, then he wiggled his brows. "Would you mind raising the percentage to seventy-five percent?"
I covered my mouth as I laughed at his action.
When last did I laugh like this?
The entire month had felt emotionally draining. Lawrence talked a lot about himself, so it got boring fast. I bared with it for the entire month without being able to properly relax. But Ian, had gotten me to relax and let down my guard within ten minutes.
"Do you know I've never heard you giggle?" he asked.
"What? Don't tell me you're disappointed," I uttered and raised a brow.
"It sounds ladylike, and I love it," he said.
I smiled. "Seventy-five percent."
"Thank you," he said with a bow and turned his attention to the stage.
It was my turn to stare. It felt familiar. I had stared at him like this in the garden, at the observatory, and even at the carnival. The relaxed smile he rarely showed anyone remained on his face. The sound of my beating heart seemed to make everything around me grow silent.
He turned to look at me. His gaze held mine and he smiled.
I didn't look away.
I couldn't.
I didn't want to.
"You'll get me pregnant," he reminded me what I had said earlier.
"I don't mind," I shrugged.
He held his stomach and arched a brow. I grinned.
"If he didn't reach out, then he's moved on."Rachel's words got to me.
"Your smile is gone," he said. "Did I do something?"
"Did you move on?" I asked.
"What?"
I looked away and focused on the stage, "I know it sounds hypocritical, considering that I…I'm in a relationship of sorts."
"Doesn't look like a proper relationship to me, but go on," he commanded
"Oh hush," I rolled my eyes. "You didn't reach out to me."
"Where's Lawrence?" he asked.
"Don't know, but he's not in Paris," I replied.
"If you don't mind, can I answer why I didn't reach out over a cup of tea?" he asked.
"Are you trying to bait me into a date?" I asked.
"You're not going to refuse," he said; it sounded more like an instruction than an offer.
