my everything

ACCALIA'S POV

"You're staring again, Don," My voice broke through his thoughts, accompanied by a teasing smile that made his heart skip a beat.

Don quickly averted his gaze, cursing himself for letting my guard down. "Just making sure you're not getting into trouble," He replied, mustering up the usual gruffness in his tone.

But as I laughed and leaned in closer, mu shoulder brushing against his, I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through me. It was ridiculous, really. Here He was, pretending to be indifferent towards me, when all He wanted to do was pull me into his arms and never let go.

"Come on, Don," I said ensuring that my voice was softening. "It's our last night here. Let's make the most of it."

Don hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to keep up appearances and him longing to spend every remaining moment with me. But in the end, the choice was clear.

"Alright," Don said, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "But don't expect me to dance or anything."

I grinne