“Maybe I just don’t want to work with you again. Maybe I don’t like you anymore.” Ezra stopped pulling when they were far enough apart, and he plucked the piece of parchment out from between the pages with the tweezers with a small breathy laugh. “Oh, you like me.” “What could possibly make you think that I like you?” Ana said as she leaned in closer to get a better look at the parchment. He stared at her with a stupid grin on his face. “Because you kissed me back.” He smirked.
