Aimee listened to Phoebus intently, she liked hearing his voice. He wanted me to kill innocent people. Aimee's eyes lingered up to his. I was just doing what everyone else should've done. The teenager continued stitching. When he said she was doing a good job, she couldn't stop her smile growing wide. She finished and looked back up at him, to find that his eyes were locked to hers.
To her surprise, she didn't hesitate when he stroked her cheek. But Aimee could feel herself blushing and she bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment. She raised her own hand up to her cheek and took his, pulling it down. She held it for a while, just smiling at him dreamily. Something was telling her to get closer but she was feeling too giddy to move.
"I-um...um...", she mumbled, trying to say something but the words weren't forming. She was suppressing teenager giggles, for she didn't want to embarrass herself more. She was mature, she could handle this. But looking at Phoebus made her loose herself a couple of times. She just sat there smiling, hoping that this happiness wasn't going to go away.