I can feel his arm… his chest… his warmth…
Her fingers trembled faintly, but she forced them still, clutching the reins as though her life depended on it.
Is this a dream?
Her heart raced faster, her pulse echoing in her ears.
If this is a dream… please, don't wake me up.
She leaned closer, unable to help herself, wanting to close that last inch of space between them, to feel his heartbeat against her back.
I… I wonder… if I confessed to him right now, if I said I like him, what would he do?
Her chest tightened.
Would he look surprised? Would he smile? Or… would he give me that awkward look?
The one that says, "Let's just be friends…"?
Her fingers clenched the reins tighter.
No… not now. I can't ruin this moment. Just a little longer. Just… like this.
Heres's arm had settled lightly around Kliatana's waist, steadying her for the Pekko ride. His chin hovered near her shoulder, his voice calm as he explained how to guide the reins.
But Kliatana barely heard a word.
