Meeting Lady Anaya's concerned face, Eve smiled at the young woman and replied, "Yes, I am fine," on noticing the young she-wolf holding a frown, she added, "I am not used to staying out this long."
Eve didn't mean to think about the time she had spent with Vincent, alone in the room. But it was hard to get rid of the way his lips, tongue, and breath felt on her skin. Minutes had passed since it had happened, yet she could still feel it.
"I can understand how that feels. Initially, when I started attending soirees, I would always get tired and catch a fever. But then that was also because it was also during the time when I was transitioning," Lady Anaya explained to Eve. She paused and asked, "I hope you don't mind me talking. I have been told I get ahead of myself and don't realise when to stop."
Eve shook her head, "I think you speak the normal amount of words one needs to speak, Lady Anaya. You do not have to worry about it."
