Azeer’s hand suddenly interrupts my thoughts, grazing my bare knee before inching up my thigh. A-fucking-gain. My breath stalls in my throat. “What are you doing?” “You asked me on our walk here if I liked what you’re wearing,” he says, slightly frowning as he flicks a shy, almost self-conscious glance my way. “I’m not very great at complimenting, Alina, but for my wife, I promise my actions will speak louder than words.”
