Eamon had both hands on his back and his stance was stiff. I didn't know how to feel about this situation. Though I was unable to read his expression as his face was taut, his eyes gave a lot away.
He was staring directly at me, his eyes telling tales of our drunken night together and the near kiss we had shared by the cliff. Though my memory was quite fuzzy, I remembered his thumb softly caressing my lips and the way he softly called my name, while Eldrion was the one I saw the whole time.
Guilt budded in my chest and I felt slightly terrible that I had led him on that night. It hadn't been in my intentions to. It was the alcohol and right now, I was disgusted at myself for ever losing control of myself in the first place.
We never talked about it and I had moved past it because it was
