"Kelvin?"
Gebrel blinked, his usual lazy confidence replaced with confusion as he tilted his head with an amused smile. "This is not an appropriate way to flirt, Lady Emily," he mused lightly, as if brushing it off like a joke that wasn't worth holding onto.
But Emily was very serious. Her eyes stayed locked on his face, waiting to see if he was teasing her or being serious.
From behind the trees, CeCe leaned forward unconsciously, curiosity pulling her closer even when her brain told her to mind her business for once in her life.
"Kelvin…" Emily repeated, refusing to believe what was happening.
Gebrel rolled his eyes. "You must be confusing me with someone else," he said.
Emily's fingers tightened at her sides. She didn't argue again, but she didn't believe him either. That silence between them stretched, uncomfortable and thick.
CeCe was just about to crawl a little closer like the shameless spy she had become when a hand pressed against her stomach.
