At this point, the embarrassment was killing her. It literally felt like her face was on fire. “Not that kind of attractive. Romantically attractive. As in—” She stopped herself there, her nerves kicked in at this point.
Romantically. Attai had heard the word before, but had never been able to attribute any meaning to it. “As in… when you kissed me?” he finished for her, a guess at the connection. He’d remembered the word for it afterwards.
