He’s A Silk Flower

She held his wrist. She looked up at him, lips slightly parted. Their eyes met. Liam felt a surge of excitement. Kira seemed to have believed him. He sensed a change in the chemistry between them. There was affection in her eyes. Her touch was warm. She was holding his wrist, voluntarily, willingly. Liam closed the gap between them with one step. The time was right for a kiss. A true, amorous kiss. Kira suddenly let go of his hand and stepped back. Her face was stony. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘You said you love me?’ Her mocking tone gave him a feeling of unease. ‘Yes.’ ‘You’re lying.’ Liam cocked an eyebrow. ‘Every word I just said is true. I’m not lying.’ Kira’s voice was dripping with scorn. ‘Do you know why I held your wrist just now?’ Liam wasn’t smiling anymore. He didn’t know where she was going with that question. ‘I was taking your pulse,’ she said. ‘You said you love me, but apparently, your heart didn’t get the message. It was beating in its usual steady rhythm. About 70 to 80 beats p