Roan's face was visibly red as we walked through the bustling festival street. Just to tease him, I held his hand, and the erratic rhythm of his pulse was more than enough to tell me what was running through his head.
"We're bound to run into familiar faces, Roan," I said with a mischievous smile. "If they see your red face, they'll probably assume you finally managed to get yourself a woman."
He shot me a sharp glare. "Shift back to your male form!" he hissed under his breath, clearly mortified.
I shrugged with exaggerated innocence. "Isn't it stranger to have two men strolling around the festival together? What's the problem with this? Aren't I beautiful?"
Tilting my head up, I gave him a sweet smile and fluttered my eyelashes for effect. His pulse spiked again—obviously.
"Stop that!" he groaned, averting his gaze. "I'd much rather walk around with a man than an eye-catching girl like you."
