Cordelia didn't know what gotten into her when she had pulled Zen down for that kiss. She wasn't sure what she was thinking. She was certain that there were eyes following her as her hand maiden pulled her along. She felt like she was being targeted by society. She engaged with a boy out in public. Out in the public where her reputation was already suspicious.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember if anyone was around when she pulled that little stunt. For some reason, she couldn't remember. Every time she closed her eyes to try and recall her surroundings, all she could see were Zen's soft pink lips. They reminded her of a flower. A rose to be more precise. Like a big, red, rose petal with the softest membrane for its skin.
The more Cordelia thought about it, the more enchant
