Side Story 4.22 - Moments Like This

Jhoanna’s POV

The morning breeze swept gently through the open windows of our room, rustling the curtains as Hans carefully adjusted a blanket around my shoulders. I didn’t protest this time, too content basking in the lingering warmth of his words and the joy of hearing Luna Tilly’s news.

As I took another reluctant sip of the nausea tea—which, by some miracle, didn’t taste as awful as usual—I caught Hans watching me with that annoyingly soft expression he always seemed to have these days. 

It wasn’t fair, really. 

How was I supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at me like I was the moon and stars rolled into one?

“Stop staring,” I mumbled, though my cheeks betrayed me by warming under his gaze.

“I’m not staring,” he replied, his lips t