Faking It
They were so light that I felt I could see right through them into his soul, but at the same time, there was a mysterious film that blocked me and everyone else out.
Shifting my gaze shyly to my lap, I answered, "Light blue. What is your favourite colour?"
"You cannot ask me the same thing I asked you."
My head snapped up. "But-" He was shaking his head in disappointment.
I bit my lip, looking away as I pondered what I could possibly ask a man like Armani. After a few moments, he sighed. "I like red, but not for the reason you may think."
Humour rattled my insides. "Not because it's the colour of your enemies when they bleed?"
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