"Can I have you?"
Zitao glances up at the question with eyebrows raised in clear surprise. He sets aside his magazine and looks at Gain where she sits next to him, taking a moment to study her. After a long silence, he smiles, one of his rare genuine ones – the ones that curl the kittenish corners of his mouth and make the bags under his eyes a little more pronounced. Placing his hand over her own, he gives it a small squeeze. “You already have me.” Zitao cocks his head to the side, smile transforming into a smirk between one breath and the next. “Didn’t you know?”








