I spin around to find him leaning in the doorway, arms and ankles casually crossed. It’s such a simple pose, yet its effect is mesmerizing. “Is this where you conducted your research, Dr. Khan?” “This, Alina jaan, is my gift to you.” My jaw drops to the Earth’s core. “You’re gifting me a library full of classics and romance novels?” He shrugs nonchalantly. Flashes me a lopsided grin. “The best for my blessing.”
