XENIA
Hades pressed what was likely the millionth kiss to my cheek today as he handed me a ribbon.
Thekla had asked me to help her with decorating the hall for the upcoming masked ball because she was head of the planning committee and Hades happily tagged along because we hadn’t spent as much time together of late.
Ever since we walked into the hall, he’d been all over me, but I found it endearing rather than obnoxious, especially since it distracted me from a silly memory that was ingrained in my mind.
The one from the study session with Matteo a few days ago. It’d been almost a week since then but I still couldn’t scrub that moment out of my mind no matter how much I tried to drown it out with other activities and thoughts.
I couldn’t understand why a harmless handshake had made me
