Point Zero

"This time, I didn't push you to do it," Gala would have said if she was here, but she didn't live long enough to celebrate her win. "You are a helpless romantic even without my help," she would grin.

Arthur sighed as he hid his face with his hand, remembering what happened in the sea. There was something very shameful about giving in for his heart, as if something was constantly pointing at him and laughing, reminding him that that he screwed up.

"However," Arthur slept on the desk with his forehead resting on it, and his mind replayed the sensation. "It felt good."

He didn't say that sensually, but it was a foreign feeling for him. For the first time in his life, he kissed someone with whom he felt deeply bonded. If Arthur had to name that feeling, it would be...