It was comforting to think that feeling was mutual at least and Lena smiled shyly back. Begonia’s smile was far too bright to be ignored and she was drawn in like a moth going willingly to the flame, though she usually had the sense to pull back at the last minute, when she was nearly, but not quite, close enough to be burned.

”I certainly don’t want gawpers hovering when I have my first kiss,”

Begonia knew, she had to know, that Lena had never done that, but she still blushed with embarrassment at admitting it out loud. She must sound so pathetic!

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