“COME ON,” Eliezer urged again, motioning for Sianna to join him.
She shook her head. “Maybe next time.”
“Pick, Sianna. I carry you in, or you walk in yourself.”
Was he serious?
When she looked up at him, the seriousness on his handsome face answered her question. He wasn’t joking. Not even a little.
She swallowed. “Eliezer—”
“Are you choosing, or do I choose for you?”
Sometimes, Eliezer really knew how to get under her skin. He was too good at it. It was like every situation always ended in his favor, while she was left with no real choice.
She took a deep breath before finally standing up.
“I can wait for next time,” she insisted. “Do you really want us going home soaking wet?”
“It’s easy to change when we get back,” he countered.
“Go back to the hot spring.”
“Not until—”
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