“Hm, this must not have happened to someone else,” Ana said, her eyebrows twitching slightly as curiosity flickered in her gaze.
“I didn’t say it was me,” Cleopatra shot back instantly, her fingers curling nervously around her knees as a faint flush spread across her cheeks.
Ana’s grin widened, sharp and teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, come on. I know it’s you, just look at the way you’re fidgeting. It’s written all over you.”
Cleopatra’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but every small movement betrayed her. The shift of her hands, the quick glance away, the subtle bite of her lower lip Ana was reading her like an open book, and there was nothing she could do to hide it.
In that split second, Ana’s hand rested lightly on Cleopatra’s.
“It’s okay t
