Though not at all uncaring, "tender" was not a word that fitted Sloane's typical fiery disposition in Cameron's opinion—hence his surprise when her fingers reached to brush against his cheek. He had expected a witty comeback, a smart ass comment about how he must have deserved it, or even a question of what it was; instead he was greeted with an apology. He almost felt guilty for approaching her with what seemed like a complaint, because he'd only intended to start a conversation the way he knew best: with light banter. Now he was all too aware of the tingling on his skin where she'd touched his cheek, and for a brief second he could do nothing but stare at her with parted lips. Fortunately he was able to recover his senses without looking like a fool, though he still felt like one.
"I don't know why she decided to take refuge in the boy's dormitory that early in the morning," he said with a chuckle, unsure of what other way he could respond without sounding embarrassed or pathetic. "You'd think Selwyn's presence would unnerve her." But now that he thought about it, maybe he could train Splash to unnerve Selwyn; he chuckled at the mental image of Selwyn creeping through the dorm as Splash stared at him with teeth bared and claws out.
"I don't know why she decided to take refuge in the boy's dormitory that early in the morning," he said with a chuckle, unsure of what other way he could respond without sounding embarrassed or pathetic. "You'd think Selwyn's presence would unnerve her." But now that he thought about it, maybe he could train Splash to unnerve Selwyn; he chuckled at the mental image of Selwyn creeping through the dorm as Splash stared at him with teeth bared and claws out.
