I felt my face burning when he said 'made love' like it was sacred. Gone was his usual teasing and arrogant bad boy remarks.
We ate breakfast in relative peace. Scrambled eggs, fresh bread, butter with flecks of sea salt. I hated how good the food was. I hated how normal it all felt.
When we finished, Lyander set his napkin down. "You want to go out again? There's a spot by the lake where the snow glitters like diamonds. Thought you'd like it."
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. My chest felt too tight, like my emotions were pressing in from every side.
But I had to ask. I had to clear the air.
I met his eyes. "Aren't we going to talk about what happened last night?"
Lyander didn't flinch. "Do you want to talk about it?"
