Killian raised his head, locking eyes with her honey-brown eyes. Her face was so closely that he stopped breathing on impulse.
"Evelyn…" he looked away, heat rising to his head. "...too close."
She smiled softly, stepping back twice. "You looked pale. Did something happen? What did the angel say?"
"Nothing." Killian breathed out, rising from the ground. "I was just thinking out loud—"
"Now you look red." Evelyn jumped in, squinting at his face. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again.
Killian couldn't reply to that, he only massaged his face hoping the heat would disperse.
She inhaled sharply and placed a hand on his forehead. "George said you were fine, but you aren't, right? Were you acting tough again?"
He only smiled.
Evelyn hummed, dropping her hand from his head. "You seem fine. Are you just overwhelmed? Those girls are energetic, aren't they?"
He nodded calmly.
