Sticky Pest

"Clara?" Damien grabbed Lane's shoulders, pulling him away, his cheeks all flushed as he looked at the two young women who came. "Elly? What are you two doing here?"

"We've heard you've been injured… So we came to check up on you, and Elly to guide you." Clara's eyes scanned over the scene, pausing on the three bandaged spot, before finally stopping on Lane, her pale blue eyes frosty, even though her ability had nothing to do with ice.

'What a terrible timing,' Lane licked his reddened lips, savoring the aftertaste of the kiss, and returned the glare. He was still drapped over Damien, as if he couldn't feel the man nudging him lightly, trying to remind him to move away, embarrassed by improper position, but at the same time, reluctant to push Lane away forcefully.