"You sure you want the Light's help for… romance?" he asked, voice low, uncertain, a trace of arousal still simmering from his thoughts of Olivia, Eva, Nellie, Viora, and Myra in the tub.
Kiara's gaze flicked up, intense and vulnerable, a storm brewing behind her eyes.
She nodded once, her jaw tight with determination. "Yes."
Lor crossed his arms, leaning against the wall near the bed, the distance between them small, electric.
"Alright. But why?" he asked, his tone casual, like a shrug, though his pulse quickened at her nearness.
Kiara exhaled, shoulders tensing before she squared her gaze, her voice flat but raw.
"No guy likes me. They get… weird. They run away, act uncomfortable around me."
Lor frowned, leaning forward slightly, his shirt shifting against his damp chest.
"Sounds like a guy problem, not you," he said, his words stumbling, unpracticed in this kind of talk.
