"The two of us are stuck here together. For the week, I'm going to need you to be nice," Noam spoke out while cutting the vegetables.
Azlan leaned down on the kitchen counter. He listened. Giving no indication of understanding the instructions Noam was giving him.
"We should try to get along until the spell wears off," he pleaded.
"That sounds nothing like me, especially the being nice part but the rest is not unreasonable for me to do," she heard the deep husky voice say in her ear making her shudder.
Noam held his breath feeling an invisible hand run up his back. "It will be my pleasure to shower you with all the love you crave," he said in her ear.
Just as he was getting used to the feeling, the hand was no longer there. Noam felt empty inside knowing that he was no more with her.
