Lior’s POV
I smile as I walk toward her, slow and unbothered. Her face is frozen like she’s seen a ghost.
Of course she should be. I doubt she’s ever laid eyes on a man this hot—this effortlessly charming. And judging by the way her mouth’s slightly open and her eyes are wide, she’s still trying to convince herself I’m real.
I stop by the chair across from her, resting one hand on its back.
And for a moment, I just look at her.
She looks exactly the way I remember. But it’s not her face that pulls me back—it’s her expression. That same stunned, overwhelmed look she wore the very first time we met. Like the world’s spinning too fast and she’s trying to hang on without falling.
I chuckle under my breath.
Still the same. Still grumpy. Still dramatic.
Still Lila.
I ease into the seat
