Yakir looked at Zirri again and her face still had the flush red tint to it. It was really cute on her. What was she over there thinking about that made her red like that? He wanted to kick himself when his first thought was that she might be thinking about him. He hated how much pride the thought brought him. He could not let himself hope like that. He may not have enough will to refuse her if she offered him anything. The way he handled her last night proved he had become far too comfortable with her.
He had almost taken her over a bartop in front of whoever happened to walk past the lobby’s bar last night. When he narrowly escaped the terrible choice it ended up being what he thought about the majority of the night. He had even flown to the nearest place that had a decent stor
