- RAYA -
"Are you seriously not going to tell me what the word is?" I ask, cradling the tea cup in my hands, curled up sideways on the couch so I can face where Dex is sitting on the other side of the couch.
He smiles mischievously and blows on his own tea. "The magic of the moment was broken."
"What? How can you say that? There is still so much magic… right here on this couch. The magic is palpable. In fact, this tea is magic."
"Do you like it?" He asks, slyly changing the subject with a serious look of interest.
"Yes, but that's not what we're talking about," I exclaim, half exasperated. How can he tell me there is a word that proves this thing between us is real rather than fantasy and then just drop it like it's nothing?
