"Of course, I know," Eckart pulled her in a little more toward him right after he replied. "But you told me that even though you knew how stupid it was, you couldn't help but become jealous."
She held her breath unconsciously. She felt the hard splint and the warmth of his arm behind her back.
"Sir Oustaschu said you shouldn't overwork yourself."
As if to blame her for making idle complaints, he cupped her cheek with his other hand.
She looked straight at him, so that his clear pupils could not avoid her, "So, you should be willing to bear it."
His low voice and passionate expression made their subdued emotions run high again.
"In fact, I am a very selfish person, too."
They kissed again. Hugging him hard as he leaned over her, she slowly closed her eyes.
Funny enough, she thought it would be ok if the rain came a little longer and scarier.
The next morning, the heavy rain that had been falling as if the heavens had opened, eased a bit.