“What are you thinking?” Paul asked when silence shut my lips.
I shook my head, embarrassed by my thoughts.
“I’m not forcing you, Sai,” He kissed my forehead. “I know it’s scary to think that I might have one eye or thousands of eyes.
My face flushed crimson. I covered my face with my hands and laughed at the thought. My eyes squinted as I stared at him. “You have gorgeous eyes, Paul, and I think having a thousand of them wouldn’t be that bad,”
He answered me with a sigh and then glanced again outside the window.
Curious at what he was trying to see, I looked at the window, but I really couldn’t see anything. “So, how do I open this third eye, Paul?”
“I’ll tap your forehead,” he answered, causing me to giggle as I imagined him tapping my forehead.
“Then tap it,” I said, tea
