“Ari…” She whispered.
Ari didn’t meet her eyes, but could feel Vafer’s gaze. Her skin heated, and she knew her face was reddening. Damn you. “Please… don’t say my name like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know very well what I mean, Vafer.” Their eyes met again. Ari watched as Vafer glanced down at her lips, then farther, to the trail of skin left exposed by the blouse. She hugged her arms around herself, cheeks burning, face as red as a beet. Why can’t I let the idea of you go?
“Fine,” she said finally. Ari let out a breath she had not realized she was holding. “I owe you for that kick to the stomach yesterday, anyhow.”