It didn't irritate me.
If anything, he felt different today.
More sincere.
More alive than I'd ever seen him.
Every second of it felt so unreal that it almost seemed like a dream.
“So why did this place make your list of favorites?” I asked.
“Are you secretly a fan of obsession?”
“More of determination,” he answered.
“And the music here is beautiful.
So is this place.”
“On that, I agree.”
I nodded softly.
“Honestly...
This place feels incredibly romantic.”
I looked around.
“We're probably the only thing ruining the atmosphere.”
“We could fix that.”
I let go of the railing and looked at him.
“By moving on to the next location?”
“That wasn't what I had in mind.”
Without warning—but with complete confidence—Airis took my hand.
“We could rehearse our dance for the Selection.”
I sighed.
No.
This man was definitely not a romantic.
“You really can turn absolutely anything into another training session, can't you?”
I rolled my eyes.
“You should be thanking every saint alive for giving you such an exceptional mentor.”
He winked before his free hand settled against my waist.
“Right.