The walk back to the main campus took longer than it should have. My legs still felt unsteady in a way that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion and everything to do with the woman currently walking three feet ahead of me like we hadn't just spent two hours tangled together on a conference table.
Noel's uniform looked perfect. Not a single wrinkle. Not a hair out of place. She'd somehow managed to reassemble herself into the pristine Stark heiress in under five minutes while I was still trying to remember which button went where on my shirt.
"Stop staring at my ass."
"Wasn't."
"You were."
"Maybe a little."
She didn't turn around, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. Progress.
"Training starts tomorrow at six AM," she said. "Don't be late."
"I'm never late."
"You were late today."
"That was different. I had meetings."
