Capítulo 62: Temperate Penumbras - Part 15

“We must’ve hit one hundred paces by now.” Cele might as well have begged it, before barreling into Heiko.

“Shit,” the prince bit as he staggered forward, gripping Cele’s hand instinctually to anchor himself.

He was significantly lighter than the general presumed, and easy to right. It caused a barrage of thoughts to pelt at Cele - none of them innocent, nor platonic.

When Heiko's fingers began to slip from his grasp, habit made him squeeze his hand - hold on tighter. And then he came to his senses, releasing the prince, he curtly pulled his hand close to his own body, defensive.

“We’re here.” His words were brisk.

Cele was silent for a moment, annoyed by his own stupidity. What was he doing? The last thing he needed Heiko to think was that he had some sort of desire towards him. That certainly wasn't the case. A fatuous notion.

Still, he needed to break the silence.

“Should we make a fire?”

Heiko snorted. “Just sit down, general.”