Lucy bit at her upper lip as she looked back at Nikolas. She could sense that there was something he wasn't telling her, or perhaps something he wanted to tell her. She wondered, briefly, who this girl was in relation to Nikolas. Part of her wasn't sure she wanted to know what she had just witnessed, or partook in (if that was the case). Instead of pushing further, she nodded her head slowly.
"Of course not," she told him. "It's getting a bit late, anyway."
It seemed silly, looking back on her reply, that she seemed to sound so normal following what just happened. Though she wasn't sure she understood what the big deal was. It had only been a kiss, and it wasn't as offensive as some of the other things she had come across in the back of the library. But then, she clearly didn't know everything.