“We are practically attached to the hip now, Aliyana. How about a wager?” I slide my hands in the pocket of my slacks. I want to touch her so badly, it’s the only response I can think of to control my urges.
“A wager? What does that have to do with anything?” Her voice is pitched high, as her face takes on a surprising look to it which is almost comical.
“You question my honesty and sincerity. I, well, we can say I am a man that doesn't like to be distrusted.”
“Okay, fair enough, what kind of wager, we talking about?”
“How about I give you a clue?” I say.
It’s not a question, more like an opening.
I watch her as the light breeze blows her hair back. She shivers and I can’t say if it’s due to my presence or nip in the air.
There are so many thoughts going through her brain, I wonder
