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Pause.
I wondered if she knew my mother was watching. Probably not. She seemed deep in thought.
Farrow raised her gaze to meet mine. “Do I need to pay anything? A retainer? A…”
“I’ll take care of everything.” I shook my head. “You just have toshow up and give us a rundown of what’s happening.”
She nodded. I felt desperate for something. I didn’t know what.
My fists balled at my sides.
Turn around, Zach. Walk away.
Instead, I just stared at her, hostility radiating off me in waves. Waiting for… What? A thank you?
I didn’t want her to thank me. Thanking someone was formal in Chinese culture. It signified distance between two people, and I wanted her close.
“Well?” She licked her lips, scanning my face, seeming unsure herself. “Do you need something else?”
Your attention. Your impossible words. Your sweet pussy. Especially your sweet pussy.
“For you to stop murdering my roses,” I blurted out instead, prying the sheers from her fingers. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”
She laughed a little. “I finished cleaning the entire place and got bored. Humor me.”
I said nothing.
I was, in fact, humoring her. Letting her get away with things I never would anyone else.
“Zach…” Farrow frowned. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Yes. No.
Jesus, I have no fucking clue.
I felt like I was regressing—Benjamin-Buttoning myself back to high school, where I didn’t know how to think, feel, or act around girls.
I tossed the shears into a bucket of fresh roses she’d slaughtered. “You can touch me, I suppose.”
Though the kind of touching I had in mind wasn’t something I necessarily wanted my immediate family to witness.
Her lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Try again.”
My nostrils flared. “Please, touch me.”
She raised a brow, clearly amused. “Where?”
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
But I had to keep it SFW, seeing as Celeste Ayi was probably ready to break out the camcorder and offer industry tips.
“Face,” I hissed out, humiliated and elated all at once. My whole body trembled with the admission. “I want to feel skin on my face.”
It would be the first time since the accident. Since his blood dripped into my eyes, running down my cheeks like tears.
We stared at each other, and for a moment, the world ceased toexist. Birds did not chirp. Clouds did not sail overhead. My mother did not watch us with her disapproving glare.
