Alizeh,” he said, stumbling over the words. He sounded delirious. “Let’s go back to bed, Alizeh.” “Cyrus –” He laughed a little, like he was drunk. “I do say it a lot.” “What?” she said, going briefly still. “Your name,” he said, and closed his eyes. He nearly fell over, catching himself at the last second. “I didn’t know your name for so long, angel. I love the way it feels in my mouth.” Alizeh’s confusion was outweighed by the physical shock she felt at his casual affection, the endearment embedding in her chest, causing chaos.
