Heat, Steel, and Unspoken Claims
Once Victor was done listening to Lane's report, he stood up and was about to leave. Lane seeing this, stood up as well and hung onto Victor's arm. Victor, actually found her behaviour quite cute, so he wasn't bothered, by Lane being a bit clingy every now and then.
Her fingers wrapped around his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Not forced. Not calculated. Just instinct.
A small smile tugged at his mouth when he looked at her for just a moment.
"You're not planning to let go, are you?" he asked lightly.
Lane turned her head slightly, gaze steady. Her dark eyes locked onto his, unblinking. Not a flicker of doubt showed. She held the look without stepping back. Quiet certainty sat in her stare.
"No."
Simple. Honest.
He let out a quiet laugh, not bothering to shift her weight. Instead of rushing, he eased into step beside her, moving at the same unhurried rhythm she kept.
