“Hey, wait!” I yelped
“A knot like this will come apart at any moment,” Kyle chastised softly. As if heeding his words, the sash fell limp at his touch. I held my breath as he carefully wrapped the strip of fabric around my waist. The position nearly pulled us into an embrace before he pulled away and firmly secured the knot once more.
His gaze remained on my waist as he spoke quietly. “I shall inquire with the innkeeper for a spare change of clothes.”
“I can go,” I said with a frown, only for the idea to be swiftly dismissed.
“Dressed like that?”
I was unable to respond to Kyle’s pointed question—partly because he wasn’t wrong, but also because I was left speechless once more as he released his hold on my waist. The ensuing relief was fleeting, however, as his hand shifted to graze the area near my neck and collarbone. A shiver ran through me from head to toe as he fiddled with the collar of my shirt.
“Miu, please do me a favor,” Kyle said, addressing the small child.
