373 WEAK KNEES

He could feel the emotion that Lexine was feeling, despite the fact that it was toned down by the time that it reached him. It bubbled in his stomach, and caused his hands to tremble slightly. He did not know what the emotion was called, however, he wanted something. No. It would be more correct to say that he needed something. He immediately knew that this emotion he felt was not his own, thus, his fingers stumbled to look up at Lexine.

What was it she wanted so desperately, that he had felt it so strongly?

His irises were golden as he glanced up at her, and it was coincidental, that at this time, Lexine had also glanced at him. There was a toothy smile plastered upon her lips, upon noticing the gold color that his irises had turned.

This, it was something that had been caused by her, was it not?

Suddenly, she felt quite satisfied.