Neveah passed a wary look down to Xenon's hand and then over to Xenon, but Xenon's gaze was fixed elsewhere, like he had absolutely no idea where his hand was rested.
But Neveah did not doubt even one bit that this was intentional, this was Xenon's way of reminding her that he did not appreciate her actions from the day before.
Xenon was one who was always hell bent on having his way, Neveah knew this... Xenon had never cared to conceal this personality trait of his.
And Xenon knew well enough that their newly formed bond was extremely sensitive, being in the same room was one thing... being in contact was another thing entirely.
Even through the fabric of her breeches, Neveah could feel the warmth of Xenon's palm and for some reason, Xenon was missing his ever present leather gloves which would at least have provided another layer of a barrier.
Intentional, or otherwise, this was not exactly how Neveah had envisioned this morning would go.
