His heart ache as she moved away, and he knew he'd be spending the next day, maybe even week, thinking about the feel of her hands on his face and her lips on his own. But between those moments of alone time, he would have to continue functioning as if nothing had happened between them. He couldn't treat her any differently than Alice or Sisse. At least among his friends it was known that his friendship with Sloane was a close one, so maybe they could get by with sitting a little closer, smiling a little longer, and sharing whispers—and long as they didn't let themselves get carried away.
He smiled as she pecked his cheek, and his gaze followed her as she grabbed her broom. It would be difficult, he knew; playful as their friendship had always been, there was a line between playful and flirtatious that they'd obviously crossed, and it would be hard to dial back. Merlin. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it seem as though he'd already been flying.
"I'll wait for everyone else," he said, picking up his own broom and smiling at her. "If they ask, you beat me in a race and I gave up."
He smiled as she pecked his cheek, and his gaze followed her as she grabbed her broom. It would be difficult, he knew; playful as their friendship had always been, there was a line between playful and flirtatious that they'd obviously crossed, and it would be hard to dial back. Merlin. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it seem as though he'd already been flying.
"I'll wait for everyone else," he said, picking up his own broom and smiling at her. "If they ask, you beat me in a race and I gave up."
