Chapter 98: Don’t Leave Me
Mira was caught off guard by his words. She hadn’t expected him to say something so bold, even though she knew Zamian was fully capable of such teasing. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as his hand lingered a moment too long on her chest. Instinctively, her hands flew to her breast, gently pushing his away. Zamian’s smile never wavered, even as he slowly withdrew, his gaze remaining locked on her, playful but affectionate.
"I’ve been thinking about everything I’ve wanted to do with you," Zamian murmured, his voice rich with desire. "But... I don’t want our little girl to hear your moans." His lips curled into a teasing grin, his voice deliberately low.
"Oh, Zamian, please stop," Mira protested, her cheeks now burning a deep crimson. She couldn’t help the way her body reacted to his words, her embarrassment only growing as he continued to tease her. His boldness had always been something she found both frustrating and charming. At this moment, it was too much. He had taken his teasing to a whole new level, and her heart raced from the mix of emotions.
Zamian chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Do you want to rest?" His tone shifted, now laced with concern. The change was sudden but familiar. He always knew when to pull back, to ensure she was comfortable.
Mira hesitated for a moment, her body telling her that rest was what she needed. But something deeper inside—fear, perhaps—kept her from agreeing. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, he might leave. And after everything they had been through, the idea of waking up alone terrified her.
"No," she replied softly, her voice steady but her mind conflicted. She glanced at him, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. "Could you stay until tomorrow? Let’s just cuddle."
For a moment, Zamian remained silent, his expression unreadable. She could sense the hesitation, and for a split second, her heart sank. Would he leave again? She needed him here—now more than ever. Before she could voice her concern, Zamian spoke, his voice low and hesitant.
"I don’t—"
"Pretty please?" she cut in, her voice softening into a pout. Her lips curled ever so slightly, and her eyes blinked rapidly in the way she knew always melted his resolve. Her cuteness had always been her secret weapon, and now, it was no different. It caught him off guard.