The Secret Soil Investigation (End)

Cerys remained atop Mikhailis, her sharp green eyes flickering with a rare uncertainty. The usual stoicism that defined her seemed to falter for a moment, as though the weight of her guarded nature had been temporarily lifted. She hesitated, then softly admitted, "I guess… I do get comfortable in this position."

Her words settled in the air like an unexpected confession, carrying more weight than either of them anticipated. Mikhailis's brow lifted slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing his face as his lips curved into his characteristic smirk.

"Comfortable, huh?" he teased gently, his voice lower than usual, as if responding to the unspoken intimacy of the moment. Did she just admit that?