Caleb froze.
A bead of sweat slid down his temple.
'Ah… crap.'
He could practically feel her eyes burning holes into the side of his head.
"Well?" Naya pressed, her voice deceptively soft, but there was a sharp edge beneath it.
Caleb shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to laugh it off. "I mean... nothing really happened. We were stuck… in a tight space… and then she just kinda... you know, stumbled a bit, and—"
"Stumbled?" Naya arched a brow, sitting up slightly, her tiredness fading as her eyes narrowed in the dark. "You expect me to believe that Helene—who literally moves like a ballerina—stumbled?"
Caleb groaned under his breath. "Look, it wasn't planned. She... may have accidentally… fallen on me."
Naya's face darkened even more.
"Did you kiss?" she asked flatly, her voice dangerously calm.
"What? No!" Caleb shot upright, his hands raised in full defensive mode. "No kissing. None. Zero. I swear!"
