Coraline turned her attention to Mister Lone.
The cheek-scarred youth had rushed to her aid... and took an injury that was meant for her.
He'd come straight from bed and hadn't put his armor back on, so he was just dressed in the thin undershirt he wore underneath it. But... when he rubbed the back of his head, the bottom of that shirt lifted up...
The subtle action earned her a peek at Lone's surprising sculpted abs... and a flush in her cheeks.
"M-mister Lone..." She gulped.
"Huh? What's up?"
"I'd like you to... you're the... Eh..." She took a deep breath, trying to get her mind off of the boy's stupid sexy stomach and the... and the happy trail that reached his navel, "S-stay with me for awhile, will you?"
"Huh? Me?" He pointed at himself.
Coraline frowned. Did she misspeak?
WAIT! YES! She did! With her phrasing, it sounded like she was inviting him to--
