Music Recommendation: Let me by Zyan Malik.
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"You look adorable when you're confused," he teased.
Her eyes snapped, brining her out of the trance he placed her in, and back to reality. "I'm not confused. I just… don't know what any of this means."
Elias smiled, and sat up straight. His voice dipped into a softer register, slipping into Italian without thinking. "Ti aiuto io, amore." He said.
Amara blinked. "What does that mean?"
"That I'll help you," he translated smoothly, hiding the slip of amore. He didn't miss the way her cheeks flushed.
"You really have to stop speaking that language like that," she muttered, her eyes darting away.
"Why?" he asked, leaning fully back his chair, utterly in control. "Because it makes you blush?"
Her lips parted in silent protest, but she didn't deny it. Elias's chest tightened. He shouldn't push. He couldn't push. And yet every fiber of him wanted to see how much further she'd let him go.
