Warm water soaked through her hair, sliding down her straight nose bridge and trailing all the way to her lips, giving them a moist, heated touch. Standing upright, Lyra's cheeks flushed red, still warm from the kiss with Astrid that hadn't fully cooled, and steamed further by the humid heat, her body temperature stubbornly refusing to drop. Her pounding heartbeat echoed within the rushing water.
That sensation, being gently teased by Astrid's hands, yet completely unable to move, was something Lyra couldn't possibly forget…
It felt just like back at Elizabeth Academy of Magic, when she had pushed herself to the limit defeating a powerful opponent, collapsing from exhaustion. Astrid had let her rest her head on her lap, gently telling her she would surely win the final championship.
