We return to the boat, a smile once again creeping itself on my face as we pass the spot where I think I might have first realized that I like Eros. He smirks as he hears my thought but doesn’t react to it. He probably thinks everyone is already fed up with watching us having silent conversations with our eyes. At least that’s how I imagine it might look like.
As we get out of the haven of the trees, we feel the cold wind on our faces again. I lick my lips, probably making the situation even worse. They’re incredibly try and are already starting to sting. I know I’m going to regret wetting them, but I can’t help myself. It’s an incredibly unpleasant feeling.
One of the Guardians turns to Eros, as we’re positioning ourselves in the boat once again. “Where are we travelling now?” he
