Irina stared into his eyes, her breath still slightly uneven from all the excitement.
Astron was still smiling.
A real, genuine smile.
And now that she was actually looking at him like this, sitting on top of him, her hands still gripping onto him from when she tackled him—
This looked a bit… strange.
Her face heated up slightly, but she didn't move.
A part of her—no, a big part of her—didn't want this moment to end so quickly.
So instead of backing away, she smirked, placing her hands on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her palms.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Astron didn't answer right away.
Instead, his sharp purple eyes met hers directly, searching, thinking.
Then, slowly, he nodded.
"Yeah," he admitted, his voice calm, steady. "I did."
Irina felt a flutter in her chest—one she refused to acknowledge.
Instead, she clicked her tongue, smirk widening. "Tch. Look at you. I've created a monster."
