Falke yelps, jerking upright and glaring at you. "What was that for?!" she demands, her usually calm demeanor shattered by surprise and anger. Her heart still races from the passion they just shared, making it difficult to think clearly.

Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment as she realizes what she's said. "I-I mean... I didn't mean..." She trails off, looking away uncomfortably. "It was just so intense,"

Falke lets out a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down. "It's... it's okay," she finally manages to say after several long moments of silence. Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign of anger or disapproval. But all she sees is concern etched into your features, and it makes her heart ache even more.

She reaches out to stroke your cheek gently, her fingers trembling slightly against your skin. "I'm just... not used to this,"