I wake up in the afternoon light with a gentle touch on my cheeks. I open my eyes to see Cornelius sitting beside my bed.
"Corn…" I whisper. "What are you doing here?"
He grins. "I'm glad you are calling me by that name again."
I freeze. I didn't even realize it. I must be too happy with Calais that I am forgetting myself. I sit up from the bed. "What is it?"
"I just wanted to check on you. You look as if…"
I cock my head at him. "As if what?"
"As if that strait-laced general finally touched you last night."
"Oh!" I exclaim, my cheeks reddening.
He should know that Lyrica's dignity is already tarnished beyond repair. But if I say that, will it also apply to me? Since we share the same body? I desire Calais, but I also find other men handsome. It's not the same as how I feel for Calais, though, because he is the only one I crave for — unlike with the other Lyrica.
"You're not saying anything to deny it," Cornelius remarks.
