The Duchess took him for a tour of the stables and personally checked on Lightning; Adam was full of praise for the horses.
After a while of admiring the horses, the two of them headed back.
Noticing some grass in her hair, Adam reached out to stop her.
"Wait a moment!"
The Duchess stopped, looking at him with confusion. He stretched out his hand and plucked the blade of grass from her hair.
"There was a blade of grass."
She stood still, not moving, and Adam removed another leaf from her hair, then casually helped to straighten her slightly disheveled hair.
His fingertips brushed her cheek, and they stiffened.
The Duchess's heart fluttered, and she lowered her face in a fluster.
"Is there... any more?"
"No more."
He replied dryly, his fingers hesitating on the side of her cheek, trembling as he gently caressed her face with the pad of his thumb.
The Duchess slowly looked up.
