You Think I Won't Talk?

The carriage had continued its path indifferent to that little stop and what it had caused.

We slowly separated after the Crown Prince himself had decided to place more distance between us... after saying such a thing with fascinating eyes.

My hands had somehow followed the arms that pulled away from us, and the flush was relentlessly surfacing in our cheeks even when we had no part of us touching the other.

His words were striking. And as much as it pains me to admit... my heart skipped a few many beats during those seconds he held me so dearly. And I could feel it start racing, with founded reasons, since I had heard and felt a replay of the enticing confession about his restrained craves.

The fluster had made me settle our body slightly turned from him... Yet I could tell he was still facing my way. Watching us in a way I don’t even want to imagine because of how more difficult it would be for me to know and continue to look away.

It was odd.

If someone saw us, they would probably think I was mad at him.

’... But we aren’t... which is more conflicting. Isn’t it, Anne?’

At this point, I needed the support of the other soul suffering the tension alongside me. So I asked. Receiving an immediate response in the shape of a nice shiver that both of us probably incited.

’What to do right now... I’m just ignorant... What about you?’

"...."

’Hehe... thought so. You neither...’