“I’d like to think we had a deeper connection than you’re ready to admit, and I’d love to take you out.” Zahir saw her body tense at his suggestion. Placing a hand on the small of her back that was on display due to her cropped shirt, he meshed their frames. “Zahir,” Sovanna said softly, praying no eyes were on them. “And then you go and say my name like that,” he chuckled sexily.
