Leila raised a brow at him. What was he talking about? And she certainly hoped it was something of importance because he just stopped her when she got to the peak.
"What?" she asked
Nolan's lips curved up some more before he lay beside her on his back. Leila lay on her side, using her arm as a wedge, staring at him. Nolan, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling, neither saying anything nor looking at her.
"What do you mean by that statement?" she asked
Nolan glanced at her with a sinister smile on his face, then turned his attention back to the ceiling. Leila's patience was slowly growing thin, and she was slowly losing the mood of everything.
His gaze remained on the ceiling, thinking hard. Should he say it? It was stupid of him to want it, but he had been thinking about it for some time, and he just wanted her to do it.
