"So…" Geesa continued, her voice low, cautious—mid-conversation.
"You can… sleep with him, if you want to?" she clarified.
Across from her, Aria nodded eagerly, almost too fast.
"Yep."
"And he wouldn't have a problem with that?"
Geesa's brows arched, her tone edging toward disbelief.
"Not even a little?"
Aria shook her head, already swaying slightly under the fog of alcohol.
"Nope. Never. Not at all."
Geesa watched her in silence for a moment—uncertain.
"You're saying…"
Her fingers idly traced the rim of her mug.
"You've slept with him. Numerous times."
"Yep. Yep." Aria nodded again, oblivious.
Geesa blinked."
And still… you two haven't advanced? Not even a cuddle?"
Aria kept nodding—then abruptly paused, eyes narrowing as she actually thought about it.
"Wait… did you cuddle?" Geesa asked, watching her carefully.
Aria tilted her head, thoughtful.
"I… I suppose we did," she murmured, brows slightly furrowed.
"Yeah. Every day."
