[ There's a spike in his heat, and for a moment she wonders if his thoughts are going down the same path as hers, and a moment is just long enough to get her heart racing and her mouth dry, herโ
And then he speaks, and she tries not to feel too disappointed.
Anger at whatever may have hurt her is still nice, of course. Realistically, probably nicer than whatever incredibly inappropriate thing her mind was trying to conjure up.
But anger is also dangerous, because it means the worry is deeper than it should be, the feelings stronger.
She tries not to think about the fact that her "smiting" him would be out of the same angerโ and for that matter, what that means exactly. After all, until tonight they were strangers, they barely knew each other, and the part of her brain that isn't already too enamored for her own good is putting up a good fight to make it stay that way.
The ship has already sailed though, hasn't it? Logically, she knows that. Whatever they were before this, it's clear that as this night stretches on, they're not strangers anymore.
Her response is meant to be playful, but with the conflicting thoughts in her mind, it comes out a little drier than she would like: ] Well, well. Who'd have known that Eula Lawrence of all people would find herself a knight in shining armor.
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And then he speaks, and she tries not to feel too disappointed.
Anger at whatever may have hurt her is still nice, of course. Realistically, probably nicer than whatever incredibly inappropriate thing her mind was trying to conjure up.
But anger is also dangerous, because it means the worry is deeper than it should be, the feelings stronger.
She tries not to think about the fact that her "smiting" him would be out of the same angerโ and for that matter, what that means exactly. After all, until tonight they were strangers, they barely knew each other, and the part of her brain that isn't already too enamored for her own good is putting up a good fight to make it stay that way.
The ship has already sailed though, hasn't it? Logically, she knows that. Whatever they were before this, it's clear that as this night stretches on, they're not strangers anymore.
Her response is meant to be playful, but with the conflicting thoughts in her mind, it comes out a little drier than she would like: ] Well, well. Who'd have known that Eula Lawrence of all people would find herself a knight in shining armor.