"Arisha."
"Mm?"
"Remove your hand." He said as polite as possible.
"I don't want to." She refused with indifferent expression. Though there was no expression on her face, Noah knew that she was enjoying this.
She was doing this on purpose, for her amusement.
Lyria watched this exchange from the side without saying a word, her pink eyes moving between the two of them with quiet, unreadable interest.
Marina pressed her lips together, clearly suppressing a smile. "You two seem close," she said to Arisha.
Arisha considered this for a moment, still running her fingers through Noah's hair without any sign of stopping.
"I might be..." she said simply.
Lyria's gaze shifted to Noah.
He felt it immediately, that particular quality of being watched from close range and he turned to meet her eyes. His blue eyes stare back at her pink.
"What is it?" he asked.
She looked at him for just a second longer, then turned away.
"Nothing," she said.
