"I can't decide what hurts more—the fact that promises and relationships mean nothing to you or that you go around kissing people making them feel lucky."
Amaya finished washing the dirty plates and glasses, her eyes glinting with a dangerous calm. She turned off the tap and took a deep breath before wrapping her drenched hand around Zeya's waist, and pulling her in close. "Do you really think a kiss makes someone lucky?" Amaya asked, her voice steady, devoid of any warmth.
Zeya's breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden closeness. "A–Ama.." she called, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Amaya leaned in, her face inches from Zeya's. "You think it's that easy? Just a kiss in hand, and they're lucky?" There was an intensity in her gaze, a tension that filled the air between them, making the moment feel electric.
