Curious about him? Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"You risked your life to come to the festival just because you were curious about me?"
More colour flooded her cheeks and she struggled to pull away from him. His grip tightened slightly.
Yeren could feel the warmth of her body emanating from the fabric of her gown.
"You were… you were not yourself. I needed answers, and Andon was not forthcoming."
He stiffened slightly but kept holding her.
"I was fine. Just believe that."
She looked up at him. "Do you really expect me to believe that! I saw you, you almost-"
He covered her mouth with his, vanquishing the words she had wanted to say. She tasted even better tham he remembered. He had been dreaming of doing that for days.
His left hand cupped her face, framing it in such a way that mapped every inch of her face to his memory.
Now, it all made sense.
