Zidane didn't say anything for a while, and I swallowed, wondering if I had said all the wrong things. My eyes lowered, and I turned to the rack, then slowly took out the white robe I had seen earlier. It was truly as majestic as I thought, and I turned to him. This time, he had a more focused gaze, his eyes deep and swirling, threatening to take me whole.
"Do you think loving me is any easier, Leilyn?"
I swallowed. "Maybe not. I am just able to bear that a little..."
His finger slowly came to rest on my lips, stopping me. I could see a large cut just beneath his wrist, and my eyes went wide.
"You are..."
"Shhh," he said, leaning closer. "You know nothing about loving me just yet. Don't talk about a pain you don't know how to handle."
I swallowed, then looked down at his wound agai
