It's as if their awkward position back in his piano room the other day didn't teach him a lesson.
For what seems like another round, Zen encloses the gap between them once again. Anastasia can only blink at him in surprise and confusion, wondering what he's up to this time.
He was just goofing around a minute ago, but now, he's staring down at her in a way that makes her think that she woke something up within him.
Something dangerous, perhaps.
"I'm not always calm, though. Like this, for instance..." Zen trailed off, voice low and raspy, before snatching her hand and placing it on his chest, right beside his racing heart. Anastasia slightly jolts at the contact and the faint yet erratic thumping that comes along with it.
"Can you feel it? I always react this way when you're around."
