Ch. 18 Not in a Hurry

"A little inappropriate, don't you think, now that you're engaged?" Sylvren's voice was icy and I could swear I could hear small crackles of electricity surrounding the Queen Mage. I saw Gil very slowly wiping his fingers off on his pants, his face as red as my hair.

Which I was hurriedly trying to fix, as if losing the wind-blown status of it would erase what my mother had just walked in on altogether. "Technically," I breathed, or more like panted out, trying to cover myself with false bravado. "I'm not engaged yet." I said, my hand grasping for the contract. When my fingers only felt the hard stone of the bench, I looked over and saw the contract lazily making its way towards me on a soft breeze. It must have blown away from our lust tornado. I snatched it out of the air and whispered, "Thank you," to Gil out of the corner of my mouth.

I held out the paperwork to my mother who ripped it from my grasp, "And why aren't you engaged yet?" The Queen asked, glancing over the documents.