17

One push and they’d fall into the sea.

Lucas and Zehra were sitting on a cliff overlooking the sea. It wasn’t very steep, so the fall wouldn’t be fatal.

“You should talk to him,” Zehra said, swinging her legs and enjoying the sea breeze.

“Don’t swing your legs so much, it’s dangerous.”

“What’s your problem?”

“What?”

“Why are you so overprotective?”

He shrugged. “You were saying?”

Zehra smirked. “I was saying you should talk to Ryder.”

“No.”