“Ayame, my love, you look as gorgeous as ever,” Alistair said as he walked up to meet me at the entrance of Imperial Chiefland. His appreciative gaze swept over me, his lips spreading in a bright smile, “This beige colour brings out the color of your eyes in a different way. You look as alluring as a blooming rose.”
My face flushed, and I bit my lip in an attempt to stop the wide grin from forming on my face. “Stop flirting, Alistair,” I snapped, smacking his hand. “And what is with this ‘My Love’?”
He drew closer and wrapped his hand around my waist, his voice dropping into a whisper, “I thought we were pretending to be a couple….”
“Ahem…” I cleared my throat and took a step away, causing his hand to drop to his side again. Tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ears, I stuttere
