I adjust the blanket again, pretending like my neck doesn't feel warm—but it does. Gods, they all affect me way too fucking much when they get flirtatious. "So cute, yet so mean," Bael sighs dramatically, but the way he leans down to kiss the top of my head as we start walking tells me his ego is as unharmed as ever. "You four had plenty of warning on that front," I point out with a smirk. "Touché.”
