Chapter 8. Making a Decision

“I am in.” I brat out, hoping to get rid of the curtain of curiosity hanging on his gorgeous face, but I, on the contrary, end up adding a darker one, pulling him into more dismay.

“In for what?” He implores, unable to hide his confusion and curiosity.

I lean across the table, and though unintentionally, our eyes rest on each other as I speak.

“I am taking your offer. I will be your surrogate!” I state this with no tinge of doubt in my tone, although my heart is throbbing at a rhythmic pace that I cannot decipher. Nothing so alarming, though, but... it is weird, and its echoes are becoming louder with every throb, maybe righting this?

Liam is taken aback by my words, and for a whole long decade, all he can do is stare deep into my eyes. The look in his eyes is deep; it is a mixture of disbelief with a blend of shock and... hope? Yeah, hope. It is as if he yearned for this, and I would agree. It is as if this will solve all his problems. This is his lifesaver