He keeps going on about what a pity it is that she is Terran.
It’s sprinkled in with every compliment, every conversation, every vision of hers they discuss.
At first, she takes offense.
Then she slowly finds it amusing, the way he apparently needs to remind himself of it, the way the reminders coincide with accidental, lingering touches and his gaze dropping to her lips.
The blue angel her grandmother promised her, and he blushes when she smiles at him a little too promisingly.
“Kasius,”Raina says, interrupting him mid-rant. She steps closer.“Just shut up and kiss me already.”