Integra walked towards one of the chairs and sat, her eyes were fixed on Matthias’ while she did these simple motions. Her thoughts were locked to herself. How would she start to discuss this? She had never dated anybody. With what authority would she speak of romance? All she knew about that was in the fictional tales she used to read as a young girl.
Bloody Hell.
She cleared her throat and began:
“I am aware you have become smitten with me,” she gave a pause, “As you are about how unrequited your feelings are.”