Chapter 33: Dinner Date
Renar flashed a wicked grin when he caught Lethia blushing and glaring at him. He didn’t even understand what the hell he was feeling this time, but watching someone like Lethia, who always looked so tough on the outside, flush just from his teasing? It thrilled the hell out of him.
He wanted to know her more, not just through the primal pull between them, but through the parts she hid behind that sharp, guarded shell. Ever since he brought her back from the hospital, something always came up between them, keeping them from having any proper deep talk.
Renar chuckled, "I got bored of the robot’s cooking. I wanna spoil my tongue with a proper human meal. C’mon!"
Lethia squinted at him in annoyance, clearly irritated by his teasing. She patted her cheeks to cool the heat building there before stepping out of the car. Even though they’d both admitted last night’s foreplay was pure lust, she couldn’t just shove it out of her mind like it meant nothing.
’Whisney... are you there?’ she tried calling for the fox spirit as she jogged lightly, trying to catch up to Renar’s longer strides.
Renar, noticing she was falling behind, slowed his pace to match hers. He caught a glimpse of her walking normally again, though her face was still ducked down—clearly still flustered from his earlier words.
"I’m not that good at cracking jokes, alright?" he muttered, a bit sheepish. "So just think of that as my attempt at flirting."
Lethia glanced at him thoughtfully before letting out a small laugh when she caught on to what he meant.
"You know," she said between soft chuckles, "saying that just made it even more awkward—’cause the joke wasn’t even funny in the first place."
She kept giggling, clearly finding the moment itself way funnier than the joke itself.
"But you laughed in the end. So, that’s enough," Renar said with a faint, relieved smile, just glad he could see Lethia smile again.