Charis
"Kael!" I yelped.
"You know you scream like a girl, Eamon," he chuckled, looking down at me briefly. "Maybe that's why I always forget you're a boy. There's this feminine energy around you whenever we're alone."
"That's because you treat me like one," I retorted, glaring at him, also hoping the panic that flared in my chest was not visible. "You practically dress me up and do the littlest things for me. So forgive me if I'm giving off a feminine aura."
He laughed and deposited me gently on the mattress. Then he climbed in beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist again and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I lay still for a moment, stunned by the intimate position.
"Don't feel sorry for me, Eamon," he said after a while. "I don't feel sorry for myself. I've learned to adapt, and I compensate with my fighting skills. I'm an excellent fighter, you know."
"You don't feel embarrassed?" I asked.
