Six days had passed since the… incident. Amara still couldn't wrap her head around it. A kiss on the cheek. It had been small, brief, almost innocent, but it had left her in a state of confusion that lasted nearly an entire week. What confused her even more was that Elara had acted as if it never happened. Not one word about it. Not even a hint of embarrassment or awkwardness.
But something had changed. Amara couldn't deny that. Elara was being… well, nicer. Like, suspiciously nicer. Too nice, in fact. So nice that Amara had started to feel like she was being… seduced?
Okay, maybe that was pushing it, but Elara's behavior was different, and Amara couldn't figure out if she was reading too much into it or if there was something genuinely going on. One minute, Elara was all business, focused on the script, and the next minute, she was smiling at Amara in a way that made her stomach do weird things.
