"Lover?"
". . ."
Reis avoided looking directly at those eyes like his life depended on it. It really did depend on it.
He pretended to be fully focused on the silver flowers he was temporarily transferring to the vase.
"Is that the kind of relation we have?"
He acted like he didn't even hear it, but they both knew he did.
By definition…what was the definition of lovers? Those involved in romantic or physical relations? People who showed affection to each other? Or those who planned to share their lives?
Like hell they had something like that between them!
It was a tactical decision. A great one, if he did say so himself.
But now that he had to face the other one in question, Reis was struggling to find a way out of it. Or a way to explain his sudden change of heart.
Because whatever happened in the plaza was way off from the original plan. And he was yet to actually explain any of it to the guardian with words.
