Night's arrangements

"And that wraps it up," Mathew announced, spreading his arms forward. He then heaved a sigh of relief.

'Who could've known that telling them everything like that could be so liberating?' the young man thought, closing his eyes to revel at the moment.

"I can't say I agree with all your ideas," Leila muttered while nibbling down on the fingernail of her thumb. "I understand where are you coming from," she said, raising her eyes to Mathew's face, "but I think some of your ideas are a bit too far-fetched."

"That's fine," Mathew replied, nodding his head. "Or rather, that's exactly the point why I wanted to share this stuff from the very beginning," he said, only to lower his eyes a bit when all three girls threw him a doubting look. "I know, I know, I spectacularly failed to deliver," he admitted.

Mathew then raised his eyes, ridding his cheeks of the blush as he picked up the challenge behind the girls' stares.

"But you can't say there was no good will!"