Ezekiel smiled, his eyes meeting mine warmly.
"You should stop saying thank you. You’re acting too formal with me," he teased gently.
I pressed my lips together slightly, then tilted my head as I asked, "Then how can I show my gratitude to you?"
Ezekiel took a deep breath, pausing for a moment before replying, "Keep smiling."
I blinked, surprised.
"I like to see you smile every time," he added, his tone soft and sincere.
I hadn’t expected that. In my mind, I thought he would ask for something more intimate, something that could draw us closer—maybe a kiss or a tender moment. But he only asked for my smiles.
I exhaled deeply, looking at him, my thoughts churning.
I thought to myself, I always treated you as my trump card—a card I planned to use and discard once it served its purpos
