Holding onto Ioan felt like the right thing to do. She didn't want to let him go. Maybe if she kept holding him she'd remember why it felt so good to be in his arms. Maybe she'd remember why she wanted him to kiss her lips instead of kissing everywhere else. Her gut told her that this was right, but she couldn't remember anything about them.
When he pulled away, Romilda frowned. She didn't want to let him go. Ioan was being nice to her and trying to help her. She felt so confused and alone without him next to her. But she still sat down next to him and waited as his guitar flew into the room.
Smiling softly, Romilda blushed. "You look good like that. Holding the guitar. I don't know if I ever told you that, but I feel like I should."