[Leif's POV — After the Hot Spring Incident]
I ran.
No—I sprinted. Bolted. Fled like a man possessed.
If speed alone could erase memories, I would've rewritten history by the time I reached my room. But no. NO. The universe was cruel. Because the moment I slammed the door shut, my brain decided to replay everything in horrifying, high-definition detail.
The lips. The heat. The tongue.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
My scream rattled the windows. Somewhere outside, my crimson babies and knights flinched. A bird probably died from shock.
I dropped to the floor, knees weak, clutching my chest like a war widow. "No. No no no, this cannot be happening. I… I kissed him."
Correction: He kissed me back.
Correction of correction: He kissed me like he was trying to devour my soul and claim it as property taxes.
