Back and forth. That’s how you and Niktos current predicament was going. Somedays one of you were bolder than the other - with your words, your touches, your gazes. But in the end, no confession came from either of you.

Was it frustrating, or encouraging? The way you kept acting like far more than friends, but never taking on the label.

“Need anything there?” Nikto asked, kneeling beside your place by the fire. It was happening again, the caring tone underlined with loving promises.