DAPHNE
I try to laugh, hoping to break the tension, but it comes out shaky and uncertain like I'm not entirely sure I'm allowed to laugh right now. "Um... I told you to ask me a question, not that." I say, my gaze dropping to my hands resting nervously on my thighs. My fingers twist together, restless and clumsy, betraying the nerves I'm desperately trying to hide.
Ezekiel leans back just enough to study me, his smirk is sharp and self-assured. His eyes glint with that quiet confidence that always makes me feel seen and trapped. "It is a question, though." He says, his voice smooth, teasing, yet heavy with meaning.
My lips twitch as I bite my lower lip to keep from smiling, but I'm sure he sees through me. The weight of the moment presses down on me. "Um... I... I guess..." The words f
