Nalya

"I think I still make you nervous," he insisted. 

"No,"  I was lying. Rhaegar made me shy, but I couldn't admit it! 

"Your heart is racing in your chest," he laughed. 

"Not!" 

"Yeah, it is. It makes me happy," he confessed. He was teasing me, and I was red with embarrassment. He touched my cheeks, and sparks erupted all over my skin. 

"Why do I still feel the sparks when you rejected me and I accepted?" I asked. He stayed silent, thinking. 

"The rejecting process wasn't complete because we didn't do it right," he said, and my eyes widened. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Yes, we were supposed to do...