Shame coursed through me, making me blush hard as I saw Nikolai lying in front of me. Lune above him in a threatening manner, growling deep in her chest.
"No. Wait, I know him." I exclaimed as I tried to calm Lune down.
"You know him?" her skeptical voice resonated in my mind.
"Yes, yes I do. and he, umm, kind of helped me not do that." The words stumbled out of my mouth, a mix of hesitation and embarrassment coloring each syllable. Did I feel like this was the first time I was talking about "the bees and the birds" with my parents? Absolutely. The air in the room suddenly felt dense, as if the topic itself had the power to change the atmosphere.
Lune, my best friend since childhood, sat across from me, his expression carefully neutral. His silence spoke volumes, conveying a mix of
