>>6105298You bite your lip, watching Salicera and the way the light plays with her hair. In a flash of memory you feel her lips lightly pressing against your own once more. The moment you shared… was it just a moment after all?
“I am sorry for last night,” you whisper.
There. It’s out. It feels like someone just pried a poisonous knife out of your guts.
You can breathe again.
“I should have come back sooner, but I had to speak to Master about Carnaval, and the mission, and then we started drinking and…”
“So you do drink,” she says.
“U-Uh, yes, but not wine! Just some spirits.”
“So that explains why you were so out of it.”
“Perhaps…” you coil a strand of your hair around your fingers. “Anyway, if you want to speak, I’ll listen. About that thing you wanted to—”
She reaches out, setting her finger against your lips once again.
“Not yet. I have my reasons. Let’s talk before we embark on the new mission, though.”
“Oh. I hope it’s not… I hope I did not… I’m just…” why is it so hard to find the right words? Sometimes you just fall back into being an absolute idiot who can’t speak, not even spell correctly.
“I just need a bit of time,” she adds, running a hand through her hair. “It’s something for your ears only. And after that…”
“After that?”
She turns on her side, looking at you with a grin.
“You can give me another sparring match.”
[cont.]
