Hera felt a little hurt when he pulled away from her. Why would she be hurt in the first place? He did a good thing by stopping whatever he wanted to do, right? Why then did she suddenly feel bad about it? If he hadn't stopped when he did, she was a hundred percent sure that she wouldn't have been able to stop him. Trying to stop him from kissing or touching her was like trying to stop a bee from getting attracted to honey, which was utterly impossible, to say the least.
Her hands instinctively went to her shoulders to touch where his lips had been earlier. She felt the multiple goosebumps as they broke out on her skin. An active volcano had erupted inside her, no doubt.
She pulled up her fleece jacket to cover up herself while her other hand held onto the donuts a little tighter. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that she was squeezing the life out of them.
"Ready?" Bryce's voice boomed, and she jerked back to reality. She must've been thinking to the point that she didn't hear him. Something must really be going on with her. Well, something had always been going on whenever she was close to him. She had to remind herself constantly that Bryce was too dangerous for her. The life he led was not something that she wanted to get attached to.
She smiled at him. "Of course. Should I grab a plate, or would you rather eat out from the pack?" She raised up the package and shook it gently.
He paused to think for a while before saying, "Let's eat out from the package. I don't want you stressing over nothing."
She muttered a silent 'okay' and proceeded to sit down on the floor by the edge of the bed. King circled around her and quietly placed his head on her feet. Bryce took the empty space right next to her, and he watched her serve the meal for both of them.
"Where did you go today after the game?" She had asked after handing one donut to Bryce, who took it gratefully.