[ He watches Kotira closely, searching those inscrutable eyes for any hint of his reaction. It's truly nerve-wracking, being the only one to confess — and he's growing sure he should have kept it to himself. There's the thought of Sonya, determined and clever and so beautiful, and even more pervasive than that, Olivia. Ashraf has never been cut out for suiting, not with his wedding ring still on his finger.
no subject
But still, selfishly, he wants to know. ]
What if I said I was?