"Did you like what you saw?" Melia asked, and Elijah looked at her blankly. "I suppose the red dress in your thoughts left you desiring something else," she added with a sly grin.
Elijah felt his cheeks flush as he halted his steps. Melia stopped a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his response.
"Wait... did you read my thoughts?" he finally asked.
"I merely projected what you were thinking," she responded, turning on his heels and walking up a small flight of stairs until he reached another hallway with several doors leading to other rooms. She stopped at the second one, feeling slightly uneasy.
"But it's just...I don't..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say. The reflection had stirred something inside him, and he wasn't sure how to articulate it. Melia looked at him with a gentle smile, noticing the crimson in his cheeks and his nervousness.
