The soft laurels of satisfaction and affection echoed in their mutual states – really, she scarcely noticed the heat of the bonfire nearby when her cheeks were nearly the same hue, and her body was flushed with certainty and beguilement. Had she not required some air, the Caretaer would’ve gladly continued and persisted, and the headiness to her gaze said as much. But his whisper, laden with confidence and assurance, brought out all the conviction she needed – with a radiant grin to follow. “Me too,” just to pass her own credence and mettle along.
And though she still held her marshmallow, defiantly clinging to its stick despite the rough handling, she had forgotten about the initial prospects. Not even remotely embarrassed though, she laughed, leaning against him as she snagged at the cookies and chocolate bar, meant to be sandwiched rather than left to the air. “Sorry for distracting you,” she hummed, clearly not apologetic at all, handing over the rest of the ingredients.
And though she still held her marshmallow, defiantly clinging to its stick despite the rough handling, she had forgotten about the initial prospects. Not even remotely embarrassed though, she laughed, leaning against him as she snagged at the cookies and chocolate bar, meant to be sandwiched rather than left to the air. “Sorry for distracting you,” she hummed, clearly not apologetic at all, handing over the rest of the ingredients.
Lena
