Aleister glanced at the side of her face, ''Are you alright?"
''I am," Esme replied softly, her face growing warm. But she was not certain if it was because of the warmth provided by the fireplace or the kiss they shared or the mere fact that they were both alone in this huge room after that kiss.
And this time, it was not as fleeting as the last time. This time, she felt it, clear as the day, the way her heart was racing. How was she supposed to face him now?
"Earlier…''
Was he going to talk about the kiss? ''I.. It's alright, You don't have to mention it,'' she mumbled.
''Hmm? You don't want to know about the book?"
She turned around to face him when she heard that, ''The book? I thought…''