Appetite

Leonel almost couldn't refrain from laughing as he watched Aina run away like a frightened rabbit. Even a while after she had disappeared into the room she chose, he could still feel the softness of her frame. 

Behind the closed door, Aina slipped down to the floor, her face a beet shade of red. Her heart beat wildly and completely out of her control. It made her breathing seem somewhat erratic and anxious. 

The last time she had been so intimate with Leonel… her legs had been blown off. So, it was safe to say that she wasn't really thinking about how embarrassed she should or shouldn't have been. 

But this time, there wasn't such a looming elephant in the room. It was almost too much for her to bear. 

It was only a long while later that Aina's heart finally calmed. Ironically, it was because she could hear the same moving waters Leonel had just moments ago. Just listening to them made her feel the same peace Leonel had.