EIRA’S POV

"Because I want you to take your day off."

I could not move my body in shock. One more smile and my world seemed slow motion. What the heck was happening to me?

“Ahem…” I remove the blockage in my throat. I held the bottle and spun it again. The mouth was pointed at him. “It’s your turn.”

The silence filled the room as he thought of his questions. "How old are you?"

"Pass." I immediately answered. Even though I could answer his questions. I chose not to. "We're even. I'll bring you flowers every morning."

He nodded his head slightly. He was silent while his lips were...