GROWTH SPURT

NATHANIEL didn't like the way Eclaire looked when he mentioned Graham. Before he knew it, his hand already moved and gently flicked her forehead, surprising her.

He was just as surprised as the Luna.

Of course, he didn't 'hit' her that hard. Even so, it was so unlikely of him to do that since he was raised a proper prince.

[But my bad hand…]

"What was that for?" Eclaire complained lightly while rubbing her forehead. "That hurts."

She said it hurt, but it was obvious that it was just a light complaint.

It was normal for two friends to act that way towards each other, hence he didn't offer an apology.

[Again, this is so unlike me.]

Maybe he was more upset than he'd like to admit.

"You're too obvious."

Eclaire knitted her eyebrows, obviously clueless. "With what?"

Nathaniel clenched his hands tight. "That you like Graham too much."

Argh.