Kaelith's face was flushed as he spoke, and Leonhardt couldn't help but burst into laughter. The way Kaelith's eyes fluttered, the way he licked his lips lightly, and the way his face deepened into a thick blush from embarrassment thoroughly amused Leonhardt. But Kaelith didn't find it amusing in the slightest; his hands were balled into fists, his lips pressed together in a tight line, all while his cheeks still burned from the humiliation.
Once Leonhardt finally managed to compose himself and stop laughing, he bent down and wrapped the sheets properly around Kaelith's body, then gently scooped him back up onto the bed. As Kaelith's touched the pillow, he immediately turned to face Leonhardt, who was now seated beside him.
"So, tell me. Did you follow me to the fundraiser, or did you just happen to meet me there?"
"Did I stalk you? Is that what you're asking?" Leonhardt replied, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
