He pulled her gently into his lap, arms encircling her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Her body had long turned stiff, frozen in place like she wanted to disappear.
Her face remained buried in the oversized black shirt she'd stolen from his closet.
He chuckled softly, just letting her soak in her embarrassment.
"Next time, I'll leave the shirt on the bed for you. No need to sneak around."
"Ugh… Stop it now… please…." she mumbled into the fabric, her voice muffled and small.
It was a strange situation.
Embarrassing for her, sure.
But also a little… nice.
She only let go of the shirt after he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
And from that day on, Moraine stopped hiding the fact that she liked him more than she let on.
Maybe it was better that he found out.
Now she could act cutesy in front of him without pretending it was an accident.
"Okay, now shoot the area."
They were standing in a quiet forest, the trees swaying lazily with the wind.
