43 Paris In The Rain

Dylan's POV...

"that special little thief."

She almost gave me a heart attack when she said it's him. I heaved a deep sigh as I tried to catch my own breath and pressed my hand on my heart which almost stopped beating, leaning my back against the couch.

"What's wrong?" Tiara looked at me confusingly.

I narrowed my gaze at her. "You... bonfire. Why didn't say it's me in the first place... to give a heart attack?"

She giggled. "Does it even matter?"

"Of course, it does."

She titled her head. "But... why did you make me do this? What does it mean?"

My lips curved with a smile. I sat straight and looked at her as my heart fluttered badly. "I told you to fall and you fell. It means despite your fear you have fallen for me. When you see me catching you it means you trust me more than him. You want me to hold your hand there not him. And... you..." I Paused and gulped.