Brooming Sweetness

It was almost dark, and the sun was setting.

Aly seems remarkably relaxed as if nothing had happened there.

She didn't ask any question to Blaze, neither did she display an ounce of anger on his awkward interaction with Nyra.

Blaze felt itchy inside his mind. He wanted to explain everything.

He wanted her to punish him, yell at him, question him anything she wanted to know..

His hands felt frozen and went numb.

He carefully observed her. Not a particular trace of irritation was visible on her face, yet he was anxious. He was bothered over her quietness.

She was laughing, her Hazel orbs flickered with her each smile. Beautiful light gleamed in her eyes, made them shining like glass.

Her large eyelashes quivered, each time she attempted to state something eagerly.

Aly and Agatha were completely immersed in their conversation.....

Ling wasn't pleased with them. He desired for Agatha's attention, which should only be focused on him none else.