Strange Love
“So we should definitely talk about it,” Clarke says, jolting Lexa out of her hazy thoughts.
“Talk about what?” Lexa says, annoyed at the strange grogginess of her voice, though Clarke doesn’t seem to mind – her eyes spark at the low roughness of it and she has to swallow before continuing.
“Heat,” she says, which makes color rise instantly to Lexa’s cheeks. “Mine, specifically. I’m pretty sure it’ll be here in about a week.”
Lexa nods, her mouth suddenly dry. “Ah.”