"Diana?" Cairo calls out again.

His voice sends my heartbeat misfiring, and my head spinning.

I'm trying to frame the words so they don't sound too harsh, so they don't drive him to totally hate me.

But Eden nudges me to continue talking.

His breath is fanning hot, impatient air on my cheek as he pays attention to every single word I say.

"I'm sorry, Cairo," I say, my voice trembling.

"I don't think we should keep seeing each other… I'm..." I swallow the words back.

"Diana? Are you crying?" Cairo asks.

Eden rolls his eyes with impatience. He gives me a daring glare, forcing me to get the words...