Eliana is traveling in a carriage that trails behind us. Thankfully, she only invited herself into our meals, so I can still have most of Calais' attention. Despite that, it still irks me every time I catch him gazing at her. And every time it happens, I make sure I invade his personal space. And when she's not looking, I steal a kiss from his lips.
Getting jealous is tiring, to say the least. I am glad I never experienced this in my other life. And so, as the night falls again, I find myself drained that I lean my head on Calais' shoulders.
"How are you, Lyrica?" Calais asks as the carriage slows down.
"Very tired," I say as I squeeze our interlaced fingers.
Calais chuckles. "With all your show of possessiveness, I am amazed you are still awake," he jests.
So, he is aware. Ah, Calais, you moron, you are making me crazy. Instead of voicing it out, I tightly shut my eyes. Then, my eyelids flutter open when I feel soft lips touching mine.
