AMAL
“What?” I all but bark out, jaw hanging open.
Aahil sighs. “Tell me if you don’t want to go. Mama said it in front of everyone and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to . . .” He thrusts his fingers through his bed hair, blowing out a breath.
My eyes narrow. “You don’t seem like the type who cares much about people’s opinions.”
“I don’t,”
“Then telling her no would’ve been so easy . . .” I raise my brows.
I think I catch a hint of something in his eyes. It’s gone as soon as it came but I swear he looked a little guilty and something more that I can’t register.
“So you don’t want to go,” He observes. “I’ll tell her to drop it then.”
As soon as he turns his back, I call out his name.
“What?”
I swallow. “Where . . . um, where did she . . . where were we going to go if we went?”
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